LIKE apple-blossom, white and red; Like hues of dawn, which fly too soon; Like bloom of peach, so softly spread; Like thorn of May and rose of June -- Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare, Are Daphne's cheeks, Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear. That pretty rose, which comes and goes Like April sunshine in the sky, I can command it when I choose -- See how it rises if I cry. Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare, Are Daphne's cheeks, Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear. Ah! when it lies round lips and eyes, And fades away, again to spring, No lover, sure, could ask for more Than still to cry, and still to sing: Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare, Are Daphne's cheeks, Are Daphne's blushing cheeks, I swear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE THE PRAYER OF BRUTUS by MARCUS JUNIUS BRUTUS THE HEAVENLY BREEZE by GEORGE BURGESS PINDARIC ODE: THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE PIPER by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN |