MISTRESS, since you so much desire To know the place of Cupid's fire, In your fair shrine that flame doth rest, Yet never harboured in your breast. It bides not in your lips so sweet, Nor where the rose and lilies meet; But a little higher, but a little higher; There, there, O there lies Cupid's fire. Even in those starry piercing eyes, There Cupid's sacred fire lies. Those eyes I strive not to enjoy, For they have power to destroy; Nor woo I for a smile or kiss, So meanly triumphs not my bliss; But a little higher, but a little higher, I climb to crown my chaste desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |