How I envy the ring that encircles thy finger! -- Dear daughter of beauty how happy were I If, by some sweet spell, like that ring, I might linger At ease in the light of thy heart-thrilling eye! I would joy in the music thy light pulse is making, I would press the soft cheek where the rose-buds unfold -- I would rest on the brow where pure thought's ever waking, And lovingly glide through thy tresses of gold. On the ripe smiling lip which young Cupid is steeping In dews of love's day dawn, I'd tenderly play -- And when in thy innocence, sweet, thou wert sleeping, I'd watch thee, and bless thee, and guard thee for aye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAISE OF HIS LADY by JOHN HEYWOOD THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD THE CITY CHILD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 91 by EDWIN ARNOLD |