@3Go, happy man, like th' evening star, Whose beams to bridegrooms welcome are: May neither hag, nor fiend withstand The power of thy victorious hand. The uncharmed knights surrender now, By virtue of thy raised bough. Away, enchantments! vanish quite, No more delay our longing sight: 'Tis fruitless to contend with Fate, Who gives us power against your hate. Brave knights, in courtly pomp appear For now are you long-looked-for here.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION FROM THE DARK TOWER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE HUSBAND'S PETITION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |