O LOVELY hand, that thy sweet self dost lave In that thy pure and proper element, Whence erst the Lady of Love's high advent Was born, and endless fires sprang from the wave:-- Even as her Loves to her their offerings gave, For thee the jewelled gifts they bear; while each Looks to those lips, of music-measured speech The fount, and of more bliss than man may crave. In royal wise ring-girt and bracelet-spann'd, A flower of Venus' own virginity, Go shine among thy sisterly sweet band; In maiden-minded converse delicately Evermore white and soft; until thou be, O hand! heart-handsel'd in a lover's hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL BEAUTIFUL EYES by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |