FAVONIUS the milder breath o' th' Spring, When proudly bearing on his softer wing Rich odours, which from the Panchean groves He steals, as by the Phoenix' pyre he moves, Profusely doth his sweeter theft dispense To the next rose's blushing innocence, But from the grateful flower, a richer scent He back receives than he unto it lent. Then laden with his odours' richest store, He to thy breath hastes; to which these are poor! Which whilst the amorous wind to steal essays, He like a wanton Lover 'bout thee plays, And sometimes cooling thy soft cheek doth lie, And sometimes burning at thy flaming eye: Drawn in at last by that breath we implore, He now returns far sweeter than before, And rich by being robb'd, in thee he finds The burning sweets of Pyres, the cool of Winds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA: 2. DAISY'S SONG by JOHN KEATS THE DISCOVERY; SONNET by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT by JONATHAN SWIFT THE FOUR WINDS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |