THERE is a time for all things, sweet! When we at church are kneeling We'll worship truly. But when in secret lovers meet, Their wanton blisses stealing, We'll match them duly. Why, then, oh why deny my will To kiss thy hair's soft beauty, Thy lips' dear roses? When I would touch thy breast, why still Dost feign the nun's cold duty In cloister-closes? For whom dost save thine eyes in sooth, Thy brow, thy bosom's sweetness, Thy lips twin-mated? Dost think to kiss King Pluto's mouth When Charon's hateful fleetness Oars thee ill-fated? Thine aspect shall be gaunt and dread, Thy lips, when Death has ta'en thee, All sicklied over. Were I to meet thee 'mongst the dead I'd pass by, and disdain thee, Thee, once my lover! Thy skull shall know nor hair nor skin, Thy jowl the worms shall fatten, Erstwhile so winning; Thou'lt have no other teeth within Thy jaws, but such as batten In death's-heads grinning. . . . Sweet, while we live, oh! seize to-day, And every respite using, Spare not thy kisses! Soon, soon, Death comes, and then for aye Thou'lt rue thy cold refusing And mourn lost blisses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NOONTIDE REST by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM THE OUTCAST by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL HATED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 26. ASKING FOR HER HEART. CHRISTMAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |