@3Just beguiler, Kindest love, yet only chastest, Royal in thy smooth denials, Frowning or demurely smiling, Still my pure delight. Let me view thee With thoughts and with eyes affected, And if then the flames do murmur, Quench them with thy virtue, charm them With thy stormy brows. Heav'n so cheerful Laughs not ever, hoary winter Knows his season; even the freshest Summer morns from angry thunder Jet not still secure.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER YOUNG LINCOLN by EDWIN MARKHAM |