PHILLIS is my only joy Faithless as the wind or seas; Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, Yet she never fails to please. If with a frown I am cast down, Phillis, smiling And beguilling, Makes me happier than before. Though, alas! too late I find Nothing can her fancy fix; Yet the moment she is kind I forgive her all her tricks; Which though I see, I can't get free; She deceiving, I believing, What need lovers wish for more? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND |