Leave the rest, and take the wine Freshly from the tangled vine; Gay and amorous is she, Proof of her virginity. If the others, praising her, Aught omitted to repair, Rhymes I'd string melodious, Ear-rings fit for Sirius. Take therewith my golden maid: She at love has never played, Of sweet union innocent, Uninformed of banishment. Between Pleiades and Earth Climbs the ladder of her birth; If you wish to know her sire, Of green bough and cloud enquire. Liken her, if fancy bid, To an ostrich-egg, well-hid, And the fragrant rushes spread Cloth of gold, to make her bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE PILGRIM SOUL by MATHILDE BLIND UNCHANGING by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT THE PURITAN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE AUTHOR'S MOCK SONG TO MARK ANTONY by JOHN CLEVELAND |