NEVER, O never, Since dewy sweet Flora Was ravished by Zephyr, Was such a thing heard In the valleys so hollow! Till rosy Aurora, Uprising as ever, Bright Phosphor to follow, Pale Phoebe to sever, Was caught like a bird To the breast of Apollo! Wildly she flutters, And flushes all over With passionate mutters Of shame to the hush Of his amorous whispers: But O such a lover Must win when he utters, Thro' rosy red lispers, The pains that discover The wishes that gush From the torches of Hesperus. One finger just touching The Orient chamber, Unflooded the gushing Of light that illumed All her lustrous unveiling. On clouds of glow amber, Her limbs richly blushing, She lay sweetly wailing, In odours that gloomed On the God as he bloomed O'er her loveliness paling. Great Pan in his covert Beheld the rare glistening, The cry of the love-hurt, The sigh and the kiss Of the latest close mingling: But love, thought he, listening, Will not do a dove hurt, I know, -- and a tingling, Latent with bliss, Prickt thro' him, I wis, For the Nymph he was singling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM ASOLANDO: SUMMUM BONUM by ROBERT BROWNING TO MY HONORED FRIEND SIR ROBERT HOWARD by JOHN DRYDEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |