Fair, sweet and young, receive a prize Reserv'd for your Victorious Eyes: From Crowds, whom at your Feet you see, O pity, and distinguish me; As I from thousand Beauties more Distinguish you, and only you adore. Your Face for Conquest was design'd, Your ev'ry Motion charms my Mind; Angels, when you your Silence break, Forget their Hymns to hear you speak; But when at once they hear and view, Are loath to mount, and long to stay with you. No Graces can your Form improve, But all are lost, unless you love; While that sweet Passion you disdain, Your Veil and Beauty are in vain. In pity then prevent my Fate, For after dying all Reprieve's too late. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PUCK AND THE FAIRY, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UNCLE AN' AUNT by WILLIAM BARNES MOUNT RAINIER by HERBERT BASHFORD RAISING HUBBARD SQUASH IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |