@3Vanish, dark veils! let night in glory shine As she doth burn in rage: come leave our shrine You black-haired Hours, and guide us with your lights, Flora hath wakened wide our drowsy sprites: See where she triumphs, see her flowers are thrown, And all about the seeds of malice sown! Despiteful Flora, is't not enough of grief That Cynthia's robbed, but thou must grace the thief? Or didst not hear Night's sovereign Queen complain Hymen had stolen a Nymph out of her train, And matched her here, plighted henceforth to be Love's friend, and stranger to virginity? And makest thou sport for this?@1 Flora. @3Be mild, stern Night; Flora doth honour Cynthia, and her right. Virginity is a voluntary power, Free from constraint, even like an untouched flower Meet to be gathered when 'tis throughly blown. The Nymph was Cynthia's while she was her own, But now another claims in her a right, By fate reserved thereto and wise foresight.@1 Zeph. @3Can Cynthia one kind virgin's loss bemoan? How if perhaps she brings her ten for one? Or can she miss one in so full a train? Your Goddess doth of too much store complain. If all her Nymphs would ask advice of me There should be fewer virgins than there be. Nature ordained not men to live alone, Where there are two a woman should be one.@1 Night. @3Thou breath'st sweet poison, wanton Zephyrus, But Cynthia must not be deluded thus. Her holy forests are by thieves profaned, Her virgins frighted, and lo, where they stand That late were Phœbus' knights, turned now to trees By Cynthia's vengement for their injuries In seeking to seduce her nymphs with love: Here they are fixed, and never may remove But by Diana's power that stuck them here. Apollo's love to them doth yet appear, In that his beams hath gilt them as they grow, To make their misery yield the greater show. But they shall tremble when sad Night doth speak, And at her stormy words their boughs shall break.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VACANT CAGE (1) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |