EXQUISITE masquer, who dost changeful flit Upon the sun-hatched zephyr, basking now In the broad light, 'mongst roses thou dost sit, On crimson throne in the thorn-guarded bough, Veiled by pink curtains, which will scarce admit To thine embrace the bee with velvet brow; Or winger as incense, rising to the sun, A dove-like messenger thou bearest the prayer; Or dost alight where streamlets gently run, Gilding in dew adown the morning air; Or bashfully dost common notice shun, Dividing as a kiss the ruby pair, Which the coquetting night-wind only sips; Stay till I fetch thee from those mellow lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OLNEY HYMNS: 49. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING by WILLIAM COWPER SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMORETTI: 30 by EDMUND SPENSER ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LINES WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |