BESIDE a Primrose 'broider'd Rill Sat Phyllis Lee in Silken Dress Whilst Lucius limn'd with loving skill Her likeness, as a Shepherdess. Yet tho' he strove with loving skill His Brush refused to work his Will. "Dear Maid, unless you close your Eyes I cannot paint to-day," he said; "Their Brightness shames the very Skies And turns their Turquoise into Lead." Quoth Phyllis, then, "To save the Skies And speed your Brush, I'll shut my Eyes." Now when her Eyes were closed, the Dear, Not dreaming of such Treachery, Felt a Soft Whisper in her Ear, "Without the Light, how can one See?" "If you are @3sure@1 that none can see I'll keep them shut," said Phyllis Lee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HYMEN AND CUPID - MARRIAGE AND LOVE by APHRA BEHN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HAUNTED VILLAGE by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN ON THE EXCELLENT POEMS OF MY MOST WORTHY FRIEND, MR. THOMAS FLATMAN by CHARLES COTTON |