What mean those amorous curls of jet? For what heart-ravish'd maid Dost thou thy hair in order set, Thy wanton tresses braid? And thy vast stores of beauties open lay, That the deluded fancy leads astray? For pity hide thy starry eyes, Whose languishments destroy; And look not on the slave that dies With an excess of joy. Defend thy coral lips, thy amber breath; To taste these sweets, alas! is certain death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD LEM by STERLING ALLEN BROWN BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |