'Twas a dispute 'twixt heaven and earth Which had produced the nobler birth. For heaven appeared Cynthia, with all her train, Till you came forth, More glorious and more worth Than she with all those trembling imps of light With which this envious queen of night Had proudly decked her conquered self in vain. I must have perished in that first surprise, Had I beheld your eyes. Love, like Apollo when he would inspire Some holy breast, laid all his glories by; Else the god, clothed in his heavenly fire, Would have possessed too powerfully, And making of his priest a sacrifice, Had so returned unhallowed to the skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPH ON S.P., A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL by BEN JONSON SWEET MEETING OF DESIRES by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JUNE by EDMUND SPENSER PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 2. AR-RAHMAN by EDWIN ARNOLD |