And would you see my mistress' face? It is a flowery garden place, Where knots of beauties have such grace That all is work and nowhere space. It is a sweet delicious morn, Where day is breeding, never born; It is a meadow yet unshorn Which thousand flowers do adorn. It is the heaven's bright reflex, Weak eyes to dazzle and to vex; It is the Idea of her sex, Envy of whom doth world perplex. It is a face of death that smiles, Pleasing though it kills the whiles, Where death and love in pretty wiles Each other mutually beguiles. It is fair beauty's freshest youth, It is the feigned Elysium's truth, The spring that wintered hearts reneweth; And this is that my soul pursueth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A GARDEN SPOT by PRINGLE BARRET THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER (DEDICATED TO MISS ELLA F. KENNEDY) by SARA S. BASHEFKIN THREE WOMEN: FIAMMETTA by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |