I TOLD Jacinta t'other day, As in a pleasant bow'r we sate, Sporting and chatting time away, Of Love, and of I know not what; That Love's a spirit, some maintain, From whom (say they) we're seldom free; He gives us both delight and pain, Yet him we neither touch, nor see. But when I view (said I) your eyes, I can perceive he thither skips, He now about them hov'ring flies, And I can feel him on your lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HERITAGE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE COMING OF HIS FEET by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN WHY DID YOU DEPART AT DUSK? by CLARISSA M. BAILEY NOT YE WHO GOAD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |