Then whilst that Latmos did contain her bliss Chaste Phoebe left her church so much admired,And when her brother from that bounds retired Would of the sleepy shepherd steal a kiss; But to no greater grace I crave to climb Than of my goddess whiles whilst she reposes That I might kiss the still-selfkissing roses, And steal of her that which was stol'n of him: And though I know that this would only prove A maimed delight, whereof th'one half would want, Yet whilst the light did Morpheus' power supplant; If that my theft did her displeasure move, I render would all that I robbed again And for each kiss I take would give her twain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 7 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD |