O eyes, which do the spheres of beauty move, Whose beams be joys, whose joys all virtues be, Who, while they make love conquer, conquer love; The schools where Venus hath learned chastity; O eyes, where humble looks most glorious prove, Only loved tyrants, just in cruelty; Do not, O do not, from poor me remove; Keep still my zenith, ever shine on me. For though I never see them, but straight ways My life forgets to nourish languished sprites; Yet still on me, O eyes, dart down your rays; And if from majesty of sacred lights, Oppressing mortal sense, my death proceed, Wracks triumphs be, which love (high set) doth breed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHRONICLE; A BALLAD by ABRAHAM COWLEY CORN-LAW HYMN by EBENEZER ELLIOTT A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1643 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |