MY Phillis hath the morning sun At first to look upon her; And Phillis hath morn-waking birds Her risings still to honour. My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers, That smile when she treads on them; And Phillis hath a gallant flock, That leaps since she doth own them. But Phillis hath too hard a heart, Alas that she should have it! It yields no mercy to desert, Nor grace to those that crave it. Sweet sun. when thou look'st on, Pray her regard my moan; Sweet birds. when you sing to her, To yield some pity woo her; Sweet flowers, whenas she treads on, Tell her, her beauty deads one; And if in life her love she nill agree me, Pray her, before I die she will come see me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL |