You little stars that live in skies And glory in Apollo's glory, In whose aspects conjoined lies, The heaven's will and nature's story, Joy to be likened to those eyes, Which eyes make all eyes glad or sorry; For when you force thoughts from above, These overrule your force by love. And thou, O Love, which in these eyes Hast married Reason with Affection, And made them saints of Beauty's skies, Where joys are shadows of perfection, Lend me thy wings that I may rise Up, not by worth, but thy election; For I have vowed in strangest fashion To love and never seek compassion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT BURIAL OF MOSES by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER TO THE EVENING STAR by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BATTLEFIELD by EMILY DICKINSON THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN DRINKING ODE by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |