O tears, no tears, but rain from beauty's skies, Making those lilies and those roses grow Which aye most fair, now more than most fair show, While graceful pity beauty beautifies: O honeyed sighs, which from that breast do rise Whose pants do make unspilling cream to flow, Winged with whose breath so pleasing zephyrs blow, As can refresh the hell where my soul fries: O plaints, conserved in such a sugared phrase That eloquence itself envies your praise, While sobbed-out words a perfect music give: Such tears, sighs, plaints, no sorrow is, but joy; Or if such heavenly signs must prove annoy, All mirth farewell, let me in sorrow live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GONE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE HOLY SCRIPTURES (1) by GEORGE HERBERT THE POTATOES' DANCE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING |