On the 18 th day of the Blog
chatter’s #WRITEAPAGEADAY, Here is a poem with love as the major theme.
Poet: Thomas Campion
Poem: Love - Charms
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Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,
Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair,
Then thrice three times tie up this true love's knot,
And murmur soft 'She will, or she will not.'
Go burn these pois'nous weeds in yon blue fire,
These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar,
This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave,
That all my fears and cares an end may have.
Then come, you fairies! dance with me a round;
Melt her hard heart with your melodious sound.
In vain are all the charms I can devise:
She hath an art to break them with her eyes.
Campion ‘s volumes Observation in the Art of
English Poesy in 1602
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Was a great contribution of note to critical Literature. He is a poet of much beauty and musical
rhyming, he tilts laboriously – having in this matter the spirit of the Renaissance
with him – against rhyme.
Campion
distinguished himself in three capacities, putting aside his fame as a
musician. He wrote masques among the best of their kind; displayed his nimble
wit and scholarship in Latin verse, and discussed in prose form the values of
music and poetry. Campion’s songs are light as thistly down, and float away in
the air.
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