Restore thy tresses to the golden ore, Yield Cytherea's son those arcs of love; Bequeath the heav'ns the stars that I adore, And to the orient do thy pearls remove. Yield thy hands' pride unto the ivory white, T' Arabian odours give thy breathing sweet; Restore thy blush unto Aurora bright, To Thetis give the honor of thy feet. Let Venus have thy graces, her resigned, And thy sweet voice give back unto the spheres; But yet restore thy fierce and cruel mind To Hyrcan tigers and to ruthless bears; Yield to the marble thy hard heart again; So shalt thou cease to plague, and I to pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER |