ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep, These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither doth stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat, She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downward fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WITH COLORS GAY by HOWARD S. ABBOTT |