LOVE guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me. Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, And sleeps within their pretty shine; And if I look the boy will lower, And from their orbs shoot shafts divine. Love works thy heart within his fire, And in my tears doth firm the same; And if I tempt it will retire, And of my plaints doth make a game. Love, let me cull her choicest flowers; And pity me, and calm her eye; Make soft her heart, dissolve her flowers Then will I praise thy deity. But if thou do not, Love, I'll truly serve her In spite of thee, and by firm faith deserve her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO WILLIAM SIMPSON OF OCHILTREE by ROBERT BURNS MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY TWILIGHT by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SONG: THE STRICKEN DEER by THOMAS MOORE FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |