Go, thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh, and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it in her snowy breast, So, enflamed by my desire, It may set her heart a-fire. Those sweet kisses thou shalt gain Will reward thee for thy pain; Boldly light upon her lip, There suck odours, and thence skip To her bosom; lastly fall Down, and wander over all; Range about those ivory hills, From whose every part distils Amber dew, -- there spices grow, There pure streams of nectar flow; There perfume thyself, and bring All those sweets upon thy wing; As thou return'st, change by thy power Every weed into a flower, Turn each thistle to a vine, Make the brambled eglantine! For so rich a booty made, Do but this, and I am paid. Thou canst with thy powerful blast Heat apace, and cool as fast; Thou canst kindle hidden flame, And again destroy the same; Then, for pity, either stir Up the fire of love in her, That alike both flames may shine, Or else quite extinguish mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD MODERN LOVE: 47 by GEORGE MEREDITH TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER VERSES ON SEEING IN AN ALBUM A SKETCH OF AN OLD GATEWAY by BERNARD BARTON |