IN Clementina's artless mien Lucilla asks me what I see, And are the roses of sixteen Enough for me? Lucilla asks, if that be all, Have I not culled as sweet before: Ah yes, Lucilla! and their fall I still deplore. I now behold another scene, Where Pleasure beams with heaven's own light, More pure, more constant, more serene, And not less bright: Faith, on whose breast the Loves repose, Whose chain of flowers no force can sever, And Modesty who, when she goes, Is gone for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE DAY IS DONE by PHOEBE CARY THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 2 by ALFRED TENNYSON PSALM 65 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: I WILL SMILE NO MORE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |