1. TO whom now, Pyrrha, art hou kinde? To what heart-ravisht Lover Dost thou thy golden locks unbinde, Thy hidden sweets discover, And with large bounty open set All the bright stores of thy rich Cabinet? 2. Ah simple Youth, how oft will he Of thy changed Faith complain? And his own Fortunes find to be So airy and so vain, Of so Camaeleon-like an hew, That still their colour changes with it too? 3. How oft, alas, will he admire The blackness of the Skies? Trembling to hear the Winds sound higher And see the billows rise; Poor unexperienc'd He, Who ne're, alas, before had been at Sea! 4. He' enjoys thy calmy Sun-shine now, And no breath stirring hears; In the clear heaven of thy brow No smallest Cloud appears. He sees thee gentle, fair and gay, And trusts the faithless April of thy May. 5. Unhappy! thrice unhappy He, T' whom Thou untryed dost shine! But there's no danger now for Me, Since o're Loretto's Shrine, In witness of the Shipwrack past My Consecrated Vessel hangs at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (A) by WILLIAM BLAKE A BALLADE OF SUICIDE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE THE TWO RABBIS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER |