O thou, whose tender serious eyes Expressive speak the mind I love; The gentle azure of the skies, The pensive shadows of the grove: O mix their beauteous beams with mine, And let us interchange our hearts; Let all their sweetness on me shine; Pour'd through my soul be all their darts. Ah! 'tis too much! I cannot bear At once so soft, so keen a ray: In pity then, my lovely fair, O turn those killing eyes away! But what avails it to conceal One charm, where nought but charms I see? Their lustre then again reveal, And let me, Myra, die of thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN JUNGLE by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY |