Why that blush on Ella's cheek, What doth the flitting wand'rer seek? Doth passion's black'ning tempest scowl, To agitate my Ella's soul? Return, sweet wand'rer, fear no harm; The heart which Ella's breast doth warm, Is virtue's calm, serene retreat; And ne'er with passion's storm did beat. Return, and calmly rest, till love Shall thy sweet efficacy prove; Then come, and thy loved place resume, And fill that cheek with youthful bloom. A blush of nature charms the heart More than the brilliant tints of art; They please awhile, and please no more -- We hate the things we loved before. But no unfading tints were those, Which to my Ella's cheek arose; They please the raptured heart, and fly Before they pall the gazing eye., 'T was not the blush of guilt or shame, Which o'er my Ella's features came; 'T was she, who fed the poor distressed, 'T was she the indigent had blessed; For her their prayers to heaven were raised, On her the grateful people gazed; 'T was then the blush suffused her cheek, Which told what words can never speak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MINSTREL OF THE SUN by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER THE STORK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM LIFE'S PATTERN by VERDA BORISFIELD A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 16 by THOMAS CAMPION SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: TO HENRY, LORD CLIFFORD by THOMAS CAMPION |