You that think love can convey No other way, But through the eyes, into the heart, His fatal dart, Close up those casements and but hear This siren sing, And on the wing Of her sweet voice it shall appear That love can enter at the ear. Then unveil your eyes, behold The curious mould Where that voice dwells, and as we know, When the cocks crow, We freely may Gaze on the day, So may you, when the music's done, Awake and see the rising sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOUSE, ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH by ROBERT BURNS CURIOSITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER AUTUMN; WRITTEN IN THE GROUNDS OF MARTIN COLE, ESQ. by BERNARD BARTON POLYHYMNIA: L'ENVOY by WILLIAM BASSE TO ONE IN A GARDEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |