Dian, that fain would cheer her friend, the night, Shows her oft at the full her fairest face, Bringing with her those starry nymphs, whose chase From heavenly standing hits each mortal wight. But ah, poor night, in love with Phoebus' light, And endlessly despairing of his grace, Herself (to show no other joy hath place) Silent and sad, in mourning weeds doth dight: Even so, alas, a lady, Dian's peer, With choice delights and rarest company Would fain drive clouds from out my heavy cheer. But woe is me, though joy itself were she, She could not show my blind brain ways of joy, While I despair my sun's sight to enjoy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE TO HIS WINDING-SHEET by ROBERT HERRICK |