IN Love's name you are charged! O, fly, And make a speedy Hue and Cry After a face, which t'other day Stole my wand'ring heart away: To direct you, take in brief These few marks to know the thief. Her hair a net of beams, would prove Strong enough to imprison Jove Dress'd in his eagle's shape; Her brow Is a spacious field of snow; Her eyes so rich, so pure a grey, Every look creates a day; And if they close themselves (not when The sun doth set), 'tis night again; In her cheeks are to be seen Of flowers both the King and Queen; Thither by all the Graces led, And smiling in their nuptial bed: On whom, like pretty nymphs, do wait Her twin-born lips, whose virgin state They do deplore themselves, nor miss To blush, so often as they kiss Without a man. Beside the rest, You shall know this felon best By her tongue; for, when your ear Once a harmony shall hear So ravishing, you do not know Whether you be in Heaven, or no; That, that is she; O, straight surprise, And bring her unto Love's Assize; But lose no time, for fear that she Ruin all mankind, like me, Fate, and Philosophy control, And leave the World without a soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING PENETRALIA by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW |