CHLOE, behold! again I bow, Again possess'd, again I woo; From my heat hath taken fire Damas, noble youth, and fries: Gazing with one of mine eyes, Damas, half of me, expires. Chloe, behold! Our fate's the same, Or make me cinders too, or quench his flame. I'd not be king, unless there sate Less lords that shar'd with me in state; Who by their cheaper coronets know What glories from my diadem flow: Its use and rate values the gem, Pearls in their shells have no esteem; And I being sun within thy sphere, 'Tis my chief beauty thinner lights shine there The us'rer heaps unto his store By seeing others praise it more; Who not for gain or want doth covet, But 'cause another loves doth love it: Thus gluttons, cloy'd, afresh invite Their gusts from some new appetite, And after cloth remov'd and meat, Fall to again by seeing others eat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM COME UP HIGHER by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 8 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FIRST KISS AT PARTING by ROBERT BURNS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG IN FORM OF A DIALOGUE by THOMAS CAMPION |