When I behold a Forrest spread With silken trees upon thy head; And when I see that other Dresse Of flowers set in comlinesse: When I behold another grace In the ascent of curious Lace, Which like a Pinacle doth shew The top, and the top-gallant too. Then, when I see thy Tresses bound Into an Ovall, Square, or round; And knit in knots far more then I Can tell by tongue; or true-love tie: Next, when those Lawnie Filmes I see Play with a wild civility: And all those airie silks to flow, Alluring me, and tempting so: I must confesse, mine eye and heart Dotes less on Nature, then on Art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 7 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MEMORY by AMANDA LUELLA BARLOW REMINISCENCE by LYLE BARTSCHER ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE STREAMS by FRANCES BROWN (1816-1864) |