Faire as unshaded Light; or as the Day In its first birth, when all the Yeare was May; Sweet, as the Altars smoake, or as the new Unfolded Bud, swell'd by the early Dew; Smooth, as the face of Waters first appear'd, Ere Tides began to strive, or Winds were heard; Kind, as the willing Saints, and calmer farre, Than in their sleepes forgiven Hermits are: You that are more, than our discreeter feare Dares praise, with such full Art, what make you here? Here, where the Sommer is so little seene, That Leaves (her cheapest wealth) scarce reach at greene, You come, as if the silver Planet were Misled a while from her much injur'd Spheare, And t'ease the travailes of her beames to night, In this small Lanthorn would contract her light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE THE EWE-BUCHTIN'S BONNIE by GRISELL BAILLIE THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON |