O eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move, Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be, Who, while they make love conquer, conquer love; The schools where Venus hath learned chastity; O eyes, where humble looks most glorious prove, Only loved tyrants, just in cruelty; Do not, O do not, from poor me remove; Keep still my zenith, ever shine on me. For though I never see them, but straight ways My life forgets to nourish languished sprites; Yet still on me, O eyes, dart down your rays; And if from majesty of sacred lights, Oppressing mortal sense, my death proceed, Wracks triumphs be, which love (high set) doth breed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON IN THE GARDEN AT SWAINSTON (IN MEMORIAM - SIR JOHN SIMEON) by ALFRED TENNYSON LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |