Why art thou changed? O Phaon! tell me why? Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay; Or, I would paint the raptures of that day, When, in sweet converse, mingling sigh with sigh, I marked the graceful languor of thine eye As on a shady bank entranced we lay: O! Eyes! whose beamy radiance stole away As stars fade trembling from the burning sky! Why art thou changed? dear source of all my woes! Though dark my bosom's tint, through every vein A ruby tide of purest luster flows, Warmed by thy love, or chilled by thy disdain; And yet no bliss this sensate being knows; Ah! why is rapture so allied to pain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND SWITZERLAND by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES TO CONSTANTIA, SINGING (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AT THE LATTICE by ALFRED AUSTIN GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |