So fair Aurora doth herself discover (Asham'd o'th' aged bed of her cold lover) In modest blushes, whilst the treacherous light Betrays her early shame to the world's sight. Such a bright colour doth the morning rose Diffuse, when she her soft self doth disclose Half drown'd in dew, whilst on each leaf a tear Of night doth like a dissolv'd pearl appear; Yet 'twere in vain a colour out to seek To parallel my Chariessa's cheek; Less are conferr'd with greater, and these seem To blush like her, not she to blush like them. But whence, fair soul, this passion? what pretence Had guilt to stain thy spotless innocence? Those only this feel who have guilty been, Not any blushes know, but who know sin. Then blush no more; but let thy chaster flame, That knows no cause, know no effects of shame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF SUMMER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE by JOHN ARMSTRONG |