Poem for September 27, 2031

To Admiration

Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,

Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought,

And knowing more than ever hath been taught,

That I am only starv'd in my desire.

Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,

Aiming at things exceeding all perfection,

To Wisdom's self to minister correction,

That I am only starv'd in my desire.

Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,

Though my conceit I further seem to bend

Than possibly invention can extend,

And yet am only starv'd in my desire.

If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love:

That this to me doth yet no wonder prove.