AMARANTHA, sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, let it fly. Let it fly as unconfined As its calm ravisher the wind, Who hath left his darling, the east! To wanton o'er that spicy nest. Every tress must be confessed; But neatly tangled at the best; Like a clue of golden thread Most excellently ravelled. Do not, then, wind up that light In ribands, and o'ercloud in night, Like the sun in's early ray; But shake your head and scatter day. See, 'tis broke! Within this grove, The bower and the walks of love, Weary lie we down and rest And fan each other's panting breast. Here we'll strip and cool our fire In cream below, in milk-baths higher; And when all wells are drawn dry, I'll drink a tear out of thine eye. Which our very joys shall leave, That sorrows thus we can deceive; Or our very sorrows weep, That joys so ripe so little keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES THE LAST MAN: SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NO-MORE-FEAR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET FAITH by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON THE BIRTH OF SPEECH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 5 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |