COME, Celia, fix thine eyes on mine, And through those crystals our souls flitting Shall a pure wreath of eye-beams twine, Our loving hearts together knitting. Let eaglets the bright sun survey, Though the blind mole discern not day. When clear Aurora leaves her mate, The light of her grey eyes despising, Yet all the world doth celebrate With sacrifice her fair uprising. Let eaglets the bright sun survey, Though the blind mole discern not day. A dragon kept the golden fruit, Yet he those dainties never tasted; As others pin'd in the pursuit, So he himself with plenty wasted. Let eaglets the bright sun survey, Though the blind mole discern not day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' (SCHILLER) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SISTER HELEN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE OUT FROM BEHIND THIS MASK by WALT WHITMAN LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |