WHEN Laura smiles her sight revives both night and day; The earth and heaven view with delight her wanton play: And her speech with ever-flowing music doth repair The cruel wounds of sorrow and untamed despair. The sprites that remain in fleeting air Affect for pastime to untwine her tressed hair: And the birds think sweet Aurora, Morning's Queen, doth shine From her bright sphere, when Laura shows her looks divine. Diana's eyes are not adorned with greater power Than Laura's, when she lists awhile for sport to lower: But when she her eyes encloseth, blindness doth appear The chiefest grace of beauty, sweetly seated there. Love hath no power but what he steals from her bright eyes; Time hath no power but that which in her pleasure lies: For she with her divine beauties all the world subdues, And fills with heavenly spirits my humble Muse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |