GIVE Lucinda pearl nor stone, Lend them light who else have none: Let her beauties shine alone. Gums nor spice bring from the East, For the phœnix in her breast Builds his funeral pile and nest. No tire thou canst invent Shall to grace her form be sent: She adorns all ornament. Give her nothing: but restore Those sweet smiles which heretofore In her cheerful eyes she wore. Drive those envious clouds away, Veils that have o'ercast my day, And eclips'd her brighter ray. Let the royal Goth mow down This year's harvest with his own Sword, and spare Lucinda's frown. Janus, if when next I trace Those sweet lines, I in her face Read the charter of my grace, Then from bright Apollo's tree Such a garland wreath'd shall be, As shall crown both her and thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 86. LOST DAYS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |