So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet, So ripe a Judgment, and so rare a Wit, Require at least an Age in one to meet. In her they met; but long they could not stay, 'Twas Gold too fine to fix without Allay. Heav'n's Image was in her so well exprest, Her very sight upbraided all the rest; Too justly ravish'd from an Age like this, Now she is gone, the World is of a Piece. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY |