She comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move Their rays to me, who in her tedious absence lay Benighted in cold woe; but now appears my day, The only light of joy, the only warmth of love. She comes, with light and warmth, which like Aurora prove Of gentle force, so that mine eyes dare gladly play With such a rosy morn, whose beams most freshly gay Scorch not, but only do dark chilling sprites remove. But lo, while I do speak, it groweth noon with me; Her flamy glistering lights increase with time and place; My heart cries, 'Ah, it burns;' mine eyes now dazzled be; No wind, no shade, can cool; what help then in my case, But with short breath, long looks, staid feet and walking head, Pray that my sun go down with meeker beams to bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LINES WRITTEN TO HIS WIFE [WHILE ON A VISIT TO UPPER INDIA] by REGINALD HEBER A SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF SYLVIA by PHILIP AYRES THE FLAME-BRIDE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET REUNITED LOVE by RICHARD DODDRIDGE BLACKMORE TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |