Behold a wonder here, Love hath received his sight, Which many hundred year Hath not beheld the light. Such beams infused be By Cynthia in his eyes, As first have made him see And then have made him wise. Love now no more will weep For them that laugh the while; Nor wake for them that sleep, Nor sigh for them that smile. So powerful is the beauty That Love doth now behold, As Love is turned to duty That 's neither blind nor bold. This Beauty shows her might To be of double kind, In giving Love his sight And striking Folly blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARIS IN SPRING by SARA TEASDALE GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN THE WOOING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN MEARY'S SMILE by WILLIAM BARNES |