Celia, the queen of sports and sudden smiles, Gay rising hopes, and love creating wiles, Celia, in beautys native treasures bright Stands like the laughing year and breathes delight. Bloom on her cheek and pleasure in her eye Sorrow and care are chear'd when she is by; Her careless eyes with quick unsettled glance At random shoot their fires and wound by chance; While she regardless mocks her lover's pain And checks his forward hopes with gay disdain. Rash maid beware! vindictive Love has power, His bow stands bent, and waits the destin'd hour; Some sprightly youth, more happy than the rest Shall win the fort of thy unconquered breast, Then shall thy frolick air be dash'd with sighs And a new softness steal into thy eyes, How can that heart be free from love's alarms Which pity softens and which friendship warms. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG AULD ROBIN GRAY by ANNE LINDSAY TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT MEARY WEDDED by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 8; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |