As when some brook flies from itself away, The murmuring crystal loosely runs astray; And as about the verdant plain it winds, The meadows with a silver riband binds, Printing a kiss on every flower she meets, Losing herself to fill them with new sweets, To scatter frost upon the lily's head, And scarlet on the gilliflower to spread; So melting sorrow, in the fair disguise Of humid stars, flow'd from bright Cloris' eyes, Which wat'ring every flower her cheek discloses, Melt into jasmines here, there into roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |