I TAKE, O take, my fears away, Which thy cold disdains have bred; And grant me one auspicious ray, From thy morn of beauties shed. But thy killing beams restrain, Lest I be by beauty slain. II Spread, O spread, those orient twins Which thy snowy bosom grace, Where Love in milk, and roses swims, Blind with lustre of thy face, But let Love thaw them first, lest I Do on those frozen mountains die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE ESTONIAN BRIDAL SONG by JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON HERDER INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS LEAVE A KISS WITHIN THE CUP by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A SONNET. THE ROSE AND LILY by PHILIP AYRES MORTAL JEALOUSY by PHILIP AYRES ROBIN'S SECRET by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE GEOGRAPHER'S GLORY; OR, THE GLOBE IN 1730 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |