NO popular respect will I omit To do thee honour on this happy day, When every loyal lover tasks his wit His simple truth in studious rhymes to pay, And to his mistress dear his hopes convey. Rather thou knowest I would still outrun All calendars with Love's, -- whose date alway Thy bright eyes govern better than the Sun, -- For with thy favour was my life begun; And still I reckon on from smiles to smiles, And not by summers, for I thrive on none But those thy cheerful countenance compiles: Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine, Love, thou art every day my Valentine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAM SONG: 2 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS EPITAPH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 4 by GEORGE BARKER INDISPENSABLE by BERTON BRALEY THE STUDENT'S SERENADE by ANNE BRONTE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 40. COME AWAY! BRING ON THE BRIDE by THOMAS CAMPION |