NO popular respect will I omit To do thee honour on this happy day, When every loyal lover tasks his wit His simple truth in studious rhymes to pay, And to his mistress dear his hopes convey. Rather thou knowest I would still outrun All calendars with Love's, -- whose date alway Thy bright eyes govern better than the Sun, -- For with thy favour was my life begun; And still I reckon on from smiles to smiles, And not by summers, for I thrive on none But those thy cheerful countenance compiles: Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine, Love, thou art every day my Valentine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GARDEN SONG by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON IN THE SHADOWS: 19 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE MIRANDA'S SUPPER (VIRGINIA, 1866) by ELINOR WYLIE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 38. NO PERJURY IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |