HAPPY ye leaves! when as those lilly hands, Which hold my life in their dead doing might, Shall handle you, and hold in loves soft bands, Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight. And happy lines! on which, with starry light, Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look, And reade the sorrowes of my dying spright, Written with teares in harts close bleeding book. And happy rymes! bath'd in the sacred brooke Of Helicon, whence she derived is, When ye behold that angels blessed looke, My soules long lacked foode, my heavens blis. Leaves, lines, and rymes, seeke her to please alone, Whom if ye please, I care for other none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES WRITTEN IN LADY'S ALBUM OF DIFFERENT-COLOURED PAPER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MY OLD COAT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER LOOKING DOWNWARDS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON BLEUE MAISON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |