Gloss on the Text1
Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said2
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite3,
Which but today by feeding4 is allayed,
Tomorrow sharp’ned in his former might5.
So love be thou, although today thou fill
Thy hungry eyes6, ev’n7 till they wink8 with fullness.
Tomorrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.9
Let this sad int’rim10 like the oceans be
Which parts the shore11, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love12, more blest may be the view;
As13 call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
1 The word “gloss” is highly suggestive, and should be more in currency.