HER eyes the glow-worme lend thee, The shooting-starres attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No Will-o'-th'-wispe mislight thee, Nor snake nor slow-worm bite thee; But on thy way, Not making stay, Since ghost there's none t' affright thee! Let not the darke thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers cleare, without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soule I'le pour into thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH BRUCE: HOW AYMER DE VALENCE, AND JOHN OF LORN CHASED THE BRUCE ... by JOHN BARBOUR ERE THE GOLDEN BOWL IS BROKEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |