Let us (though late) at last (my Silvia) wed; And loving lie in one devoted bed. Thy Watch may stand, my minutes fly poste haste; No sound calls back the yeere that once is past. Then sweetest Silvia, let's no longer stay; True love, we know, precipitates delay. Away with doubts, all scruples hence remove; No man at one time, can be wise, and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |