MISTRESS, since you so much desire To know the place of Cupid's fire, In your fair shrine that flame doth rest, Yet never harboured in your breast. It bides not in your lips so sweet, Nor where the rose and lilies meet; But a little higher, but a little higher; There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. Even in those starry piercing eyes, There Cupid's sacred fire lies. Those eyes I strive not to enjoy, For they have power to destroy; Nor woo I for a smile or kiss, So meanly triumphs not my bliss; But a little higher, but a little higher, I climb to crown my chaste desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER REFUGE by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. YOUTH'S SONGS by MAXWELL ANDERSON |