Restore thy tresses to the golden ore, Yield Cytherea's son those arcs of love; Bequeath the heav'ns the stars that I adore, And to the orient do thy pearls remove. Yield thy hands' pride unto the ivory white, T' Arabian odours give thy breathing sweet; Restore thy blush unto Aurora bright, To Thetis give the honor of thy feet. Let Venus have thy graces, her resigned, And thy sweet voice give back unto the spheres; But yet restore thy fierce and cruel mind To Hyrcan tigers and to ruthless bears; Yield to the marble thy hard heart again; So shalt thou cease to plague, and I to pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG CLOSING TIME AT THE SAN DIEGO ZOO by KAREN SWENSON CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE |