As Phoebus, crawling to his Western seat, His shining face bedew'd with beamy sweat, His flaming eyes at last grown blood-shot red, By atoms sprung from his hot horses' speed, Drives to that sea-green bosom of his Love's, And in her lap his fainting light improves; So Thyrsis, when at th' unresisted flame Of thy fair Mistress's eye, thine dull became, In sovereign sack thou did'st an eye-salve seek, And stol'st a blest dew from her rosy cheek: When straight thy lids a cheerful vigour wore, More quick and penetrating than before. I saw the sprightly grape in glory rise, And with her day thy drooping night surprise, So that, where now a giddy darkness dwells, Brightness now breaks through liquid spectacles. Had Adam known this cure in Paradise, He'd scap'd the Tree, and drunk to clear his eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YUSSOUF by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO HER OWN OLD AGE by ALICE MEYNELL HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON A DIRGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE FORESTERS: NATIONAL SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |