I TOLD Jacinta t'other day, As in a pleasant bow'r we sate, Sporting and chatting time away, Of Love, and of I know not what; That Love's a spirit, some maintain, From whom (say they) we're seldom free; He gives us both delight and pain, Yet him we neither touch, nor see. But when I view (said I) your eyes, I can perceive he thither skips, He now about them hov'ring flies, And I can feel him on your lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA CORIDON'S SONG (IN ISAAK WALTON'S 'COMPLEAT ANGLER') by JOHN CHALKHILL THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) |