O happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear! I saw thyself, with many a smiling line Upon thy cheerful face, joy's livery wear, While those fair planets on thy streams did shine. The boat for joy could not to dance forbear, While wanton winds, with beauties so divine Ravished, stayed not, till in her golden hair They did themselves (O sweetest prison!) twine. And fain those Aeol's youths there would their stay Have made; but forced by nature still to fly, First did with puffing kiss those locks display. She, so dishevelled, blushed; from window I With sight thereof cried out, 'O fair disgrace; Let honour's self to thee grant highest place.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COCK-CROW by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE INDIAN DANCER by ANNA TILLMAN BOYD TESTIMONY by ELSIE J. COSLER CAMPBELL WHILE SPAIN SMOLDERS by STANTON ARTHUR COBLENTZ TO THE COUNTLESS OF CHESTERFIELD, ON THE BIRTH OF HER FIRST SON by CHARLES COTTON |