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...TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER DEEP SUMMER by HARRIET GRAY BLACKWELL LEISURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RECOLLECTINS OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN EPITAPH ON MRS. EL: Y by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |