Let others from the town retire, And in the fields seek new delight; My Phillis does such joys inspire, No other objects please my sight. In her alone I find whate'er Beauties a country landscape grace: No shade so lovely as her hair, Nor plain so sweet as in her face. Lilies and roses there combine, More beauteous than in flowery field; Transparent is her skin so fine, To this each crystal stream must yield. Her voice more sweet than warbling sound, Though sung by nightingale or lark; Her eyes such lustre dart around, Compared to them, the sun is dark. Both light and vital heat they give: Cherished by them, my love takes root; From her kind looks does life receive, Grows a fair plant, bears flowers and fruit. Such fruit, I ween, did once deceive The common parent of mankind; And made transgress our mother Eve: Poison its core, though fair its rind. Yet so delicious is its taste, I cannot from the bait abstain, But to the enchanting pleasure haste, Though I were sure 'twould end in pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL THE FROGS: A 'EURIPIDEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES ECLOGUE: THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES THE WRESTLERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CHANGING MOON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |