Ah no; nor I my selfe: though my pure love (Sweete Ganymede) to thee hath still beene pure, And even till my last gaspe shall aie endure, Could ever thy obdurate beuty move: Then cease oh Goddesse sonne (for sure thou art, A Goddesse sonne that canst resist desire) Cease thy hard heart, and entertaine loves fire, Within thy sacred breast: by Natures art. And as I love thee more than any Creature, (Love thee, because thy beautie is divine; Love thee, because my selfe, my soule is thine: Wholie devoted to thy lovelie feature) Even so of all the vowels, I and U, Are dearest unto me, as doth ensue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON IN THE SHADOWS: 19 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |