Love
To B. C.
From Works (Thompson, 1910)
Love
When first, fair mistress, I did see your face,
I brought, but carried no eyes from the place :
And, since that time, god Cupid hath me led
In hope that once I shall enjoy your bed.
But I despair ; for now, alas ! I find,
Too late for me, the blind does lead the blind.
Cite this poem
MLA
Suckling, John. “To B. C.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/suckling/66/.
Chicago
Suckling, John. “To B. C.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/suckling/66/.
Read this poem with the Codex →