ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep, These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither doth stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat, She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downward fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT ROSALIND'S SCROLL by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING GRACE AFTER MEAT (2) by ROBERT BURNS QUAIL AND THRUSH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON RELIGIOUS MUSINGS; A DESULTORY POEM, WRITTEN ON CHRISTMAS EVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |