EQUAL to Jove that youth must be -- Greater than Jove he seems to me -- Who, free from Jealousy's alarms, Securely views thy matchless charms. That cheek, which ever dimpling glows, That mouth, from whence such music flows, To him, alike, are always known, Reserved for him, and him alone. Ah, Lesbia! though 't is death to me, I cannot choose but look on thee; But at the sight my senses fly; I needs must gaze, but, gazing, die; Whilst trembling with a thousand fears, Parch'd to the throat my tongue adheres, My pulse beats quick, my breath heaves short, My limbs deny their slight support, Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread, With deadly languor droops my head, My ears with tingling echoes ring, And life itself is on the wing; My eyes refuse the cheering light, Their orbs are veil'd in starless night: Such pangs my nature sinks beneath, And feels a temporary death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SONNET: 22. TO THE SAME [CYRIACK SKINNER] by JOHN MILTON THESEUS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON |