@3Just beguiler, Kindest love, yet only chastest, Royal in thy smooth denials, Frowning or demurely smiling, Still my pure delight. Let me view thee With thoughts and with eyes affected, And if then the flames do murmur, Quench them with thy virtue, charm them With thy stormy brows. Heav'n so cheerful Laughs not ever, hoary winter Knows his season; even the freshest Summer morns from angry thunder Jet not still secure.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOMMY'S DEAD by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL AMOR MUNDI by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) HARVEST by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT |