My eye, a couple of minutes ago
A continuation of “ocular eroticism”, ocular eroticism III
- “Through mine eye the stroke from her did slide,
- Directly down unto my heart it ran.” —Thomas Wyatt
- So unwarely was never no man caught
- With steadfast look upon a goodly face
- As I of late; for suddenly, me thought,
- My heart was torn out of his place.
- Thorough mine eye the stroke from hers did slide
- Directly down unto my heart it ran.
- In help whereof the blood thereto did glide,
- And left my face both pale and wan.
- Then was I like a man for woe amazed,
- Or like the bird that flyeth into the fire;
- For while that I on her beauty gazed,
- The more I burnt in my desire.
- Anon the blood start in my face again,
- Enflamed with heat that it had at my heart,
- And brought therewith throughout in every vein
- A quickened heat with pleasant smart.
- Then was I like the straw, when that the flame
- Is driven therein by force and rage of wind.
- I can not tell, alas, what I shall blame,
- Nor what to seek nor what to find.
- But well I wot the grief holds me so sore
- In heat and cold betwixt hope and dread,
- That but her help to health doth me restore
- This restless life I may not lead.