To His Coy mistress

To His Coy Mistress :- Andrew Marvell

                        

                           Poem

     Had we but world enough, and time,
     This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
     We would sit down and think which way
     To walk and pass our long love’s day.
     Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
     Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
     Of Humber would complain. I would
     Love you ten years before the Flood,
     And you should, if you please, refuse
     Till the conversion of the Jews.
     My vegetable love should grow
     Vaster than empires, and more slow;
     An hundred years should go to praise
     Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
     Two hundred to adore each breast;
     But thirty thousand to the rest;
     An age at least to every part,
     And the last age should show your heart;
     For, Lady, you deserve this state,
     Nor would I love at lower rate.
     But at my back I always hear
     Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
     And yonder all before us lie
     Deserts of vast eternity.
     Thy beauty shall no more be found,
     Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
     My echoing song: then worms shall try
     That long preserved virginity,
     And your quaint honour turn to dust,
     And into ashes all my lust:
     The grave’s a fine and private place,
     But none, I think, do there embrace.
     Now therefore, while the youthful hue
     Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
     And while thy willing soul transpires
     At every pore with instant fires,
     Now let us sport us while we may,
     And now, like amorous birds of prey,
     Rather at once our time devour
     Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
     Let us roll all our strength and all
     Our sweetness up into one ball,
     And tear our pleasures with rough strife
     Thorough the iron gates of life:
     Thus, though we cannot make our sun
     Stand still, yet we will make him run.

The poem "To His Coy Mistress" is written by 

Andrew Maewell who was the son of a Clergyman 

he was a metaphysical poet and his most of poem 

focus more on "love" and "God" . This poem 

is also about "love" and shyness of the beloved.

The poet starts with the coyness of beloved say-

ing that if both the lover ,had enough time then 

beloved's coyness was no crime but hence beloved 

is so shy that is like a crime her shyness has

become a crime because they have very less time 

left and if they could think over how to pass 

their " long love's day " .

In the few lines poet talks about "Indian Ganga"

"Huber" and comparing his love to vegetable that 

his love like vegetable which grow day by day 

then poet praising each parts of beloved's body 

Then poet says that if beloved shall continue her

coyness then one day when the death will arive her 

beauty will be no more as well as the echoing 

song also want be thre once she is dead.The 

beloved is very coy and therefor she is not allo-

wing the lover came close to her and therefore 

the poet says once she dead .

Then the poet compares with "youth " with 

"Mourning due" . And the last lines the poet 

usage two lines in the end of the poem that are

     "Thus through we cannot make our 

    sun stand, yet we will make him run ."