STELLA this day is thirty-four, (We shan't dispute a year or more:) However, Stella, be not troubled; Although thy size and years are doubled Since first I saw thee at sixteen, The brightest virgin on the green; So little is thy form declined; Made up so largely in thy mind. O, would it please the gods to split Thy beauty, size, and years, and wit! No age could furnish out a pair Of nymphs so graceful, wise, and fair; With half the lustre of your eyes, With half your wit, your years, and size. And then, before it grew too late, How should I beg of gentle fate (That either nymph might have her swain) To split my worship too in twain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT |