NOW gentle sleep hath closed up those eyes Which, waking, kept my boldest thoughts in awe; And free access unto that sweet lip lies, From whence I long the rosy breath to draw. Methinks no wrong it were, if I should steal From those two melting rubies one poor kiss; None sees the theft that would the theft reveal, Nor rob I her of aught what she can miss: Nay, should I twenty kisses take away, There would be little sign I would do so; Why then should I this robbery delay? O, she may awake, and therewith angry grow! Well, if she do, I'll back restore that one, And twenty hundred thousand more for loan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG IN THE BERKSHIRE HILLS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A CURLEW'S CALL by JANE BARLOW |