WHEN gods had fram'd the sweet of women's face, And lock'd men's looks within their golden hair, That Phœbus blush'd to see their matchless grace, And heavenly gods on earth did make repair; To quip fair Venus' overweening pride, Love's happy thoughts to jealousy were tied. Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow; The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall; Gloomy was heaven; bright Phœbus did avow He could be coy, and would not love at all, Swearing, no greater mischief could be wrought Than love united to a jealous thought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MAY DAY by ADELAIDE A. ANDREWS OUT OF THE VAST by AUGUSTUS WRIGHT BAMBERGER ASPIRATIONS: 11 by MATHILDE BLIND EARTH'S STORY by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |