Let us (though late) at last (my Silvia) wed; And loving lie in one devoted bed. Thy Watch may stand, my minutes fly poste haste; No sound calls back the yeere that once is past. Then sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay; True love, we know, precipitates delay. Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove; No man at one time, can be wise, and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY |