Cloris, since first our calm of peace Was frighted hence, this good we find, Your favours with your fears increase, And growing mischiefs make you kind. So the fair tree, which still preserves Her fruit, and state, while no winds blow, In storms from that uprightness swerves, And the glad earth about her strow. Then keep the same pace still; be kind Still to the same; nor let me hear From you, or chang'd, or grieved your mind; The first breeds love, the last, fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE RAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK |