WERT thou as kind as thou art fair, All men might have a part, And breathe thee freely as the air: For, Cynthia, thou art In the superlative degree, More beauteous than the light, And as the Sun art made to be An object for the sight. But since thou hast some sweets unknown, Ordained for the touch, Particular for me alone, Then favour me thus much; When to my touch thou dost allow Thy cheeks, thy lips, thy breast, Thy noblest parts: then do not thou Exclude me from the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE AUTHOR'S PARTING ADDRESS TO THE MUSE by BERNARD BARTON THE FUNERAL OF A VILLAGE GIRL by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX EXTEMPORE LINES IN ANSWER TO A CARD by ROBERT BURNS |