CHLOE, behold! again I bow, Again possess'd, again I woo; From my heat hath taken fire Damas, noble youth, and fries: Gazing with one of mine eyes, Damas, half of me, expires. Chloe, behold! Our fate's the same, Or make me cinders too, or quench his flame. I'd not be king, unless there sate Less lords that shar'd with me in state; Who by their cheaper coronets know What glories from my diadem flow: Its use and rate values the gem, Pearls in their shells have no esteem; And I being sun within thy sphere, 'Tis my chief beauty thinner lights shine there The us'rer heaps unto his store By seeing others praise it more; Who not for gain or want doth covet, But 'cause another loves doth love it: Thus gluttons, cloy'd, afresh invite Their gusts from some new appetite, And after cloth remov'd and meat, Fall to again by seeing others eat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON YUSSOUF by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONG, FR. THE TWO GENTELEM OF VERONA by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN WHAT THE BIRDS SAID by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE RACHEL by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III |