O NOW the certain cause I know, Whence the rose and lily grow In your fair cheeks, the often showers, Which you thus weep, do breed those flowers. If that the floods could Venus bring, Or warlike Mars from flowers spring; Why may not hence two gods arise? This from your cheeks, that from your eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL by JOHN DRYDEN THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN |