YOUR fair looks urge my desire: Calm it, sweet, with love! Stay; O why will you retire? Can you churlish prove? If love may persuade, Love's pleasures, dear, deny not: Here is a grove secured with shade: O then be wise, and fly not. Hark, the birds delighted sing, Yet our pleasure sleeps: Wealth to none can profit bring, Which the miser keeps. O come, while we may, Let's chain love with embraces; We have not all times time to stay, Nor safety in all places. What ill find you now in this, Or who can complain? There is nothing done amiss That breeds no man pain. 'Tis now flowery May; But even in cold December, When all these leaves are blown away, This place shall I remember. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 17. ON A SERMON AGAINST GLORY by MARK AKENSIDE COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOARFROST by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH THE SILVER BIRD OF HERNDYKE MILL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |