Kiss, lovely Celia, and be kind, Let my desires freedom find, Sit thee down, And we will make the gods confess Mortals enjoy some happiness. Mars would disdain his mistress' charms If he beheld thee in my arms, And descend, Thee his mortal queen to make Or live as mortal for thy sake. Venus must lose her title now, And leave to brag of Cupid's bow-- Silly queen! She hath but one, but I can spy Ten thousand Cupids in thy eye. Nor may the sun behold our bliss, For sure thy eyes do dazzle his; If thou fear That he'll betray thee with his light, Let me eclipse thee from his sight! And while I shade thee from his eye, Oh let me hear thee gently cry, Celia yields! Maids often lose their maidenhead, Ere they set foot in nuptial bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK THE SOLDIER by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SKYFARER by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD A PSALM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |