By those soft Tods of wooll With which the aire is full: By all those Tinctures there, That paint the Hemisphere: By Dewes and drisling Raine, That swell the Golden Graine: By all those sweets that be I' th flowrie Nunnerie: By silent Nights, and the Three Formes of Heccate: By all Aspects that blesse The sober Sorceresse, While juice she straines, and pith To make her Philters with: By Time, that hastens on Things to perfection: And by your self, the best Conjurement of the rest: O my Electra! be In love with none, but me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE UP-HILL STREET by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |