Ile come to thee in all those shapes As Jove did, when he made his rapes: Onely, Ile not appeare to thee, As he did once to Semele. Thunder and Lightning Ile lay by, To talk with thee familiarly. Which done, then quickly we'll undresse To one and th'others nakednesse. And ravisht, plunge into the bed, (Bodies and souls commingled) And kissing, so as none may heare, We'll weary all the Fables there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARTING OF THE WAYS by JOSEPH BENSON GILDER ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG |