Stand still, you floods, do not deface That image which you bear: So votaries from every place To you shall altars rear. No winds but lovers' sighs blow here To trouble these glad streams, On which no star from any sphere Did ever dart such beams. To crystal then in haste congeal, Lest you should lose your bliss; And to my cruel fair reveal How cold, how hard she is. But if the envious nymphs shall fear Their beauties will be scorned, And hire the ruder winds to tear That face which you adorned, Then rage and foam amain, that we Their malice may despise; When from your froth we soon shall see A second Venus rise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE BEGGAR MAID [AND KING COPHETUA] by ALFRED TENNYSON LINES COMPOSED AT GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |