The poem
To Admiration
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought, And knowing more than ever hath been taught, That I am only starv'd in my desire. Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Aiming at things exceeding all perfection, To Wisdom's self to minister correction, That I am only starv'd in my desire. Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Though my conceit I further seem to bend Than possibly invention can extend, And yet am only starv'd in my desire. If thou wilt wonder, here's the wonder, Love: That this to me doth yet no wonder prove.