Ah, Chloris! that I now could sit As unconcerned as when Your infant beauty could beget No pleasure, nor no pain! When I the dawn used to admire And praised the coming day I little thought the growing fire Must take my rest away. Your charms in harmless childhood lay, Like metals in the mine; Age from no face took more away Than youth concealed in thine But as your charms insensibly To their perfection pressed, Fond love as unperceived did fly, And in my bosom rest. My passion with your beauty grew; And Cupid at my heart Still, as his mother favoured you, Threw a new flaming dart: Each gloried in their wanton part; To make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art-- To make a beauty, she. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II LAPLAND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BEATRICE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE JACK FROST AND THE CATY-DID by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |