Is Cynthia happily return'd, Whose absence I so long have mourn'd? Or do I dream, or is it she? My life's restorer 'tis, I see. Ah, Fugitive, that hadst the heart, Body and Soul so long to part! Thy presence is a sweet surprise, A welcome dream to waking eyes; Who can such joy in bounds contain, My Cynthia is come back again! No notice of your coming? This Is just to surfeit me with bliss. You are (as when you went) unkind, With such extremes to charge my mind; This sudden pleasure might destroy, E'er Sorrow could make way for Joy. The eye is struck before the ear, We lightning see, e'er we the thunder hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE TWO WIVES by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SIR JOHN FRANKLIN; ON THE CENTOTAPH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALFRED TENNYSON |