Representative Poetry Online
On this day: June 12th
Random Poem of the Day
1When far-spent night perswades each mortall eye,
2To whom nor art nor nature graunteth light,
4Clos'd with their quiuers in sleeps armory;
5With windowes ope then most my mind doth lie,
6Viewing the shape of darknesse and delight,
7Takes in that sad hue, which with th'inward night,
8Of his mazde powers keepes perfit harmony:
9But when birds charme, and that sweet aire, which is
10Mornes messenger, with rose enameld skies
11Cals each wight to salute the floure of blisse;
12In tombe of lids then buried are mine eyes,
13For'st by their Lord, who is asham'd to find
14Such light in sense, with such a darkned mind.
Notes
3] marke wanting shafts: shafts (arrows) that fail to find their mark Back to Line