I How, Chloris, can I e'er believe The vows of woman-kind, Since yours I faithless find, So faithless, that you can refuse To him your shadow, t' whom, to choose, Your swore you could the substance give? II Is't not enough that I must go Into another clime, Where feather-footed Time May turn my hopes into despair, My downy youth to bristled hair, But that you add this torment too? III Perchance you fear idolatry Would make the image prove A woman fit for love; Or give it such a soul as shone Through fond Pigmalion's living stone, That so I might abandon thee. IV O no! 'twould fill my Genius' room, My honest one, that when Frailty would love agen, And, falt'ring, with new objects burn, Then, Sweetest, would thy picture turn My wand'ring eyes to thee at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 4. THE PASSIONS by JOHN ARMSTRONG AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH TO HIS WORSHIPFULL WEL-WILLER, MAISTER EDWARD LEIGH by RICHARD BARNFIELD |