When I behold a Forrest spread With silken trees upon thy head; And when I see that other Dresse Of flowers set in comlinesse: When I behold another grace In the ascent of curious Lace, Which like a Pinacle doth shew The top, and the top-gallant too. Then, when I see thy Tresses bound Into an Ovall, Square, or round; And knit in knots far more then I Can tell by tongue; or true-love tie: Next, when those Lawnie Filmes I see Play with a wild civility: And all those airie silks to flow, Alluring me, and tempting so: I must confesse, mine eye and heart Dotes less on Nature, then on Art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL SPARKLING AND BRIGHT by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |