Poem 78 - 100 days of poetry
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Continue reading "To His Coy Mistress – Poem – Andrew Marvell"
The Fair Singer — Poem by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)
Poem 66 - 100 days of poetry
To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree,
Joining themselves in fatal harmony;
That while she with her eyes my heart does bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind. Continue reading "The Fair Singer — Poem by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)"