Romira, stay, And run not thus like a young Roe away, No enemie Pursues thee (foolish girle) tis onely I, I'll keep off harms, If thou'lt be pleas'd to garrison mine arms; What dost thou fear I'll turn a Traitour? may these Roses here To palenesse shred, And Lilies stand disguised in new Red, If that I lay A snare, wherein thou wouldst not gladly stay; See see the Sunne Does slowly to his azure Lodging run, Come sit but here And presently he'll quit our Hemisphere, So still among Lovers, time is too short or else too long; Here will we spin Legends for them that have Love Martyrs been, Here on this plain We'll talk Narcissus to a flowr again; Come here, and chose On which of these proud plats thou would repose, Here maist thou shame The rusty Violets, with the Crimson flame Of either cheek, And Primroses white as thy fingers seek, Nay, thou maist prove That mans most Noble Passion is to Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG HIRAM POWERS' GREEK SLAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |