TELL me, my thoughts (for you each minute fly, And see those beauties which mine eyes have lost,) Is any worthier love beneath the sky? Would not the cold Norwegian mix'd with frost (If in their clime she were) from her bright eyes Receive a heat, so pow'rfully begun, In all his veins and numbed arteries, That would supply the lowness of the sun? I wonder at her harmony of words, Rare (and as rare as seldom doth she talk) That rivers stand not in their speedy fords, And down the hills the trees forbear to walk: But more I muse why I should hope in fine To get a Love, a Beauty so divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AFFINITES: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND IN A COPY OF BROWNING by BLISS CARMAN BEETHOVEN by ETHEL TONRY CARPENTER BEYOND THE SUNSET by HENRY CHAPPELL |