LOVELY Delia, why so coy? Why, in youth, abstemious prove? Come, kiss, with me, the cup of joy, And sip the honeyed sweets of love! See, yon bee, on bud and flower, Dip his fervid sting in sweets, Or, soaring in adventurous hour, Attempt the roses of thy cheeks! Ah, luckless youth, forbear to sing; Your very metaphor's repelling, For should my Strephon dart love's sting, I fear, like bees, he'd raise a swelling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES THE WINGED VICTORY by LORAINE S. BRADFORD TO SIR THOS. BARLOW, P.R.C.P. by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE FALLEN by JOHN VANCE CHENEY |