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TO DELIA: 14, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Those amber locks are those same nets, my dear
Last Line: Good delia, lose, quench, heal me now at length.
Variant Title(s): Prayer To Sleep
Subject(s): Love


Those amber locks are those same nets, my dear,
Wherewith my liberty thou didst surprise;
Love was the flame that fired me so near,
The dart transpiercing were those crystal eyes.
Strong is the net and fervent is the flame;
Deep is the wound, my sighs do well report;
Yet do I love, adore, and praise the same
That holds, that burns, that wounds me in this sort;
And list not seek to break, to quench, to heal,
The bond, the flame, the wound that fest'reth so;
By knife, by liquor, or by salve to deal;
So much I please to perish in my woe.
Yet lest long travails be above my strength,
Good Delia, lose, quench, heal me now at length.





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