I IF every thorn and bush that grows, If every brier and every rose, Could into sharpest arrows turn; If all the leaves and flowers became, Phillis! an all-devouring flame-- A furnace dire--and fiercely burn; II Still to approach you would I dare, And nor for wounds and arrows care. No flame, though furious, should prevent; Through javelins would I make my way; No fire should daunt, no danger stay, To reach you, Nymph! most excellent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK RHOECUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD LANDSCAPE; TWILIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 33. EXULTATE JUSTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |