PALIMPSEST heart, on which so many names Love's hand has writ! Blind Love, could he not know Which the true script of Fate, and thus forego To lend his torch to kindle transient flames? New risen joy each new day's sun proclaims; Each dawning sets the amorous east aglow; Each day is bright until its sun is low; As of fair days, so is it of fair dames. Why should we chide the glad who find life sweet? Their careless hearts are like a favored year, All blessed summer; or a garden ground To which no frosts come, where no tempests beat, But roses bloom forever, red and dear, And blithe birds fill it always with sweet sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN THE CHURCH WINDOWS by GEORGE HERBERT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON |