Cynthia, whose glories are at full forever, Whose beauties draw forth tears and kindle fires, Fires, which kindled once are quenched never, So beyond hope your worth bears up desires. Why cast you clouds on your sweet looking eyes? Are you afraid they show me too much pleasure? Strong nature decks the grave wherein it lies; Excellence can never be expressed in measure. Are you afraid because my heart adores you The world will think I hold Endymion's place? Hippolytus, sweet Cynthia, kneeled before you, Yet did you not come down to kiss his face. Angels enjoy the heavens' inward quires; Stargazers only multiply desires. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN AEOLIAN HARP by SARA TEASDALE EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING THE JEW'S GIFT; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LUMINOUS HANDS OF GOD by ELEANOR WARFIELD KENLY BACON |