1. COme let's go on, where Love and Youth does call; I've seen too much, if this be all. Alas, how far more wealthy might I be With a contented Ign'orant Povertie? To shew such stores, and nothing grant, Is to enrage and vex my Want. For Love to dye an Infant's lesser ill, Than to live long, yet live in Child-hood still. 2. We have both sate gazing only hitherto, As Man and Wife in Picture do. The richest crop of Joy is still behind, And He who only Sees, in Love is blind. So at first Pigmalion lov'd, But th' Amour at last improv'd: The Statue' it self at last a Woman grew, And so at last, my Dear, should you do too. 3. Beauty to Man the greatest Torture is, Unless it lead to farther bliss Beyond the tyran'ous pleasures of the Eye. It grows too serious a Crueltie, Unless it Heal, as well as strike; I would not, Salamander-like, In scorching heats always to Live desire, But, like a Martyr, pass to Heav'n through Fire. 4. Mark how the lusty Sun salutes the Spring, And gently kisses every thing. His loving Beams unlock each maiden flower, Search all the Treasures, all the Sweets devour: Then on the Earth with Bridegroom-Heat, He does still new Flowers beget. The Sun himself, although all Eye he be, Can find in Love more Pleasure than to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN [AUGUST 20, 1898] by GUY WETMORE CARRYL HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA by WALT WHITMAN WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TIME'S REVENGE by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |