Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare, And tell me whereto can ye lyken it; When on each eyelid sweetly doe appeare An hundred Graces as in shade to sit. Lykest it seemeth, in my simple wit, Unto the fayre sunshine in somers day, That, when a dreadfull storme away is flit, Thrugh the broad world doth spred his goodly ray: At sight whereof, each bird that sits on spray, And every beast that to his den was fled, Comes forth afresh out of their late dismay, And to the light lift up theyr drouping hed. So my storme beaten hart likewise is cheared With that sunshine, when cloudy looks are cleared. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONG OF THE FATHERLAND by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |