Hears not my Phillis, how the Birds Their feather'd Mates salute? They tell their Passion in their Words; Must I alone be mute? Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. The God of Love in thy bright Eyes Does like a Tyrant reign; But in thy Heart a Child he lyes, Without his Dart or Flame. Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. So many Months in Silence past, And yet in raging Love, Might well deserve one Word at last My Passion shou'd approve. Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. Must then your faithful Swain expire, And not one Look obtain, Which he to sooth his fond Desire, Might pleasingly explain? Phillis, without Frown or Smile, Sat and knotted all the while. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONELY STREET by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SOLOMON AND THE WITCH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ANDROMEDA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CIVILL WARR by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE TWO FIRES by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BODY AND SOUL: A METAPHYSICAL ARGUMENT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |