SONNET 56 |
PARAPHRASE |
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said |
Sweet love, renew your strength; let it not be said |
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, |
That your power is weaker than the power of lust, |
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, |
Lust which is satisfied today |
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might: |
But tomorrow will return even more intense, |
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill |
So love, be with me, although today you fill |
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness, |
Your hungry eyes until, saturated, they close |
To-morrow see again, and do not kill |
Tomorrow open them again, and do not kill |
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness. |
The spirit of love or let it sink into boredom. |
Let this sad interim like the ocean be |
Let this sad interval be like the ocean |
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new |
Which parts the shore, where two engaged lovers |
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see |
Come daily to the sea-side, and when they see |
Return of love, more blest may be the view; |
The return of love, the view is even greater. |
Else call it winter, which being full of care |
Or let this sad interval be like winter, which being full of anxiety |
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. |
Makes summer's arrival all the more wonderful and rare. |