Dian, that fain would cheer her friend, the night, Shows her oft at the full her fairest face, Bringing with her those starry nymphs, whose chase From heavenly standing hits each mortal wight. But ah, poor night, in love with Phoebus' light, And endlessly despairing of his grace, Herself (to show no other joy hath place) Silent and sad, in mourning weeds doth dight: Even so, alas, a lady, Dian's peer, With choice delights and rarest company Would fain drive clouds from out my heavy cheer. But woe is me, though joy itself were she, She could not show my blind brain ways of joy, While I despair my sun's sight to enjoy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 2. MUTUAL LOVE by PHILIP AYRES NOT TO BE MINISTERED TO by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK |