Wind and Wave

If to be absent were to be     Away from thee; Or that when I am gone,     You and I were alone; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave. -Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), To Lucasta: Going Beyond the Seas

Question

Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? -William Blake (1757-1827), The Lamb, from Songs of Experience

Surprise

They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot stalking in my chamber. -Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542), They Flee from Me That Sometime Did Me Seek

Apology

I'm truly sorry Man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion     Which makes thee startle, At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,     An' fellow-mortal! -Robert Burns (1759-1796), To a Mouse on Turning Her up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785

Journey's End

Come away, come away, death,     And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath;     I am slain by a fair cruel maid. -William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Come Away, Come Away, Death, from Twelfth Night

Seat of the Moon

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep:     Hesperus entreats thy light,     Goddess excellently bright. -Ben Johnson (1572-1637), Hymn to Diana, from Cynthia's Revels