TELL me, O Love, why Celia, smooth As seas when winds forbear to soothe Their waves to wanton curls, than down More swift, which doth the thistle crown, Whiter than is the milky road, That leads to Jove's supreme abode, Should harder far and rougher be Than most obdurate rocks to me? Sheds on my hopes as little day, As the pale Moon's eclipsed ray? My heart would break, but that I hear Love gently whisper in my ear, 'Actions of women, by affection led, Must backward, like the sacred tongue, be read.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES by JOHN KEATS ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |