COME, Celia, fix thine eyes on mine, And through those crystals our souls flitting Shall a pure wreath of eye-beams twine, Our loving hearts together knitting. Let eaglets the bright sun survey, Though the blind mole discern not day. When clear Aurora leaves her mate, The light of her grey eyes despising, Yet all the world doth celebrate With sacrifice her fair uprising. Let eaglets the bright sun survey, Though the blind mole discern not day. A dragon kept the golden fruit, Yet he those dainties never tasted; As others pin'd in the pursuit, So he himself with plenty wasted. Let eaglets the bright sun survey, Though the blind mole discern not day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD by BENJAMIN BEDDOME |