Hears not my Phillis, how the Birds Their feather'd Mates salute? They tell their Passion in their Words; Must I alone be mute? Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. The God of Love in thy bright Eyes Does like a Tyrant reign; But in thy Heart a Child he lyes, Without his Dart or Flame. Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. So many Months in Silence past, And yet in raging Love, Might well deserve one Word at last My Passion shou'd approve. Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. Must then your faithful Swain expire, And not one Look obtain, Which he to sooth his fond Desire, Might pleasingly explain? Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARD; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY SIMON LEGREE: NEGRO SERMON; MEMORIAL TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE THE UP-HILL STREET by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |