Let Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confess, through all the globe, 'twould pose him To match the charms that Celia shows him. And should he boast he once had seen As just a form, as bright a mien, Yet must it still for ever pose him To match -- what Celia never shows him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 61 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CLEVEDON VERSES: 7. NORTON WOOD (DORA'S BIRTHDAY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HATCHET by WILLIAM THOMAS CALLAWAY JR. LATE SUMMER'S NIGHT by MIRIAM CASSEL A PRAYER IN DARKNESS by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE FIELD OF WONDER by HILDA CONKLING TALE: 7. THE WIDOW'S TALE by GEORGE CRABBE |