TELL me, O Love, why Celia, smooth As seas when winds forbear to soothe Their waves to wanton curls, than down More swift, which doth the thistle crown, Whiter than is the milky road, That leads to Jove's supreme abode, Should harder far and rougher be Than most obdurate rocks to me? Sheds on my hopes as little day, As the pale Moon's eclipsed ray? My heart would break, but that I hear Love gently whisper in my ear, 'Actions of women, by affection led, Must backward, like the sacred tongue, be read.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT |