Ah no; nor I my selfe: though my pure love (Sweete Ganymede) to thee hath still beene pure, And even till my last gaspe shall aie endure, Could ever thy obdurate beuty move: Then cease oh Goddesse sonne (for sure thou art, A Goddesse sonne that canst resist desire) Cease thy hard heart, and entertaine loves fire, Within thy sacred breast: by Natures art. And as I love thee more than any Creature, (Love thee, because thy beautie is divine; Love thee, because my selfe, my soule is thine: Wholie devoted to thy lovelie feature) Even so of all the vowels, I and U, Are dearest unto me, as doth ensue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD SONNET: EGYPT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |