Cynthia, whose glories are at full forever, Whose beauties draw forth tears and kindle fires, Fires, which kindled once are quenched never, So beyond hope your worth bears up desires. Why cast you clouds on your sweet looking eyes? Are you afraid they show me too much pleasure? Strong nature decks the grave wherein it lies; Excellence can never be expressed in measure. Are you afraid because my heart adores you The world will think I hold Endymion's place? Hippolytus, sweet Cynthia, kneeled before you, Yet did you not come down to kiss his face. Angels enjoy the heavens' inward quires; Stargazers only multiply desires. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 68. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |