1. Come away; bring thy golden theft, Bring, bright Prometheus, all thy lights; Thy fires from Heav'n bereft Show now to human sights. Come quickly, come! thy stars to our stars straight present For pleasure being too much deferred loseth her best content. What fair dames wish, should wish as their own thoughts appear; To loving and to longing hearts every hour seems a year. 2. See how fair, O how fair, they shine! What yields more pomp beneath the skies? Their birth is yet divine, And such their form implies. Large grow their beams, their near approach afford them so; By nature sights that pleasing are, cannot too amply show. O might these flames in human shapes descend this place, How lovely would their presence be, how full of grace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC FACADE: 7. MADAME MOUSE TROTS by EDITH SITWELL REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE THE SCHOLAR OF HIS OWN PUPIL; THIRD IDYLLIUM by BION THE SEA-POPPY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE POET AND THE BIRD; A FABLE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |