LET lovers that like honey-flies After balm-dropping showers Swarming in sunshine of thine eyes, Kissing thy beauty's flowers -- Believe that they do live, while they do taste Of all those dainty sweetnesses thou hast. Let them believe while they do sip, Or while that they have suckt, The rosy nectar of thy lip, Or from the rose unpluckt Of thy fair cheek, or of thy fragrant breasts, The aromatic odours of the East. Let them believe, that they do live, So long as they are fed Upon the honey thou dost give, Which wanting, they are dead: For if thou that ambrosial food deny, Their loves, like souls of beasts, do with them die. But, Cynthia, that ne'er-ending love Wherewith I honour thee, To be immortal, thus I prove, For though that absence be A truer portraiture of death than sleep, Nay, a true death, for absent lovers weep: Yet like a long-departed soul That hath a body lost, Hath yet a being to condole, So my love like a ghost, Remaining follows thee, whose Heaven thou art, Lives, though not in thine eyes, yet in my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE GOOD AND BAD LUCK by HEINRICH HEINE SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY TWELVE SONNETS: 9. WEARINESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ADDRESS TO SUBSCRIBERS .. FUND FOR CLOTHING CHILDREN CHARITY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON |