Many a fountain cool and shady May the traveller's eye invite; One among them all, sweet Lady, Seems to flow for his delight; In many a tree the wilding bee Might safely hide her honey'd store; One hive alone the bee will own, She may not trust her sweets to more. Say'st thou, "Can that maid be fairer? Shows her lip a livelier dye? Hath she treasures richer, rarer? Can she better love than I?" -- What form'd the spell I ne'er could tell, But subtle must its working be, Since, from the hour I felt its pow'r, No fairer face I wish to see. Light-wing'd Zephyr, ere he settles On the loveliest flower that blows, Never stays to count thy petals, Dear, delicious, fragrant Rose! Her features bright elude my sight, I know not how her tresses lie; In fancy's maze my spirit plays, When she with all her charms is night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |