Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON A HER CHANGING, by FRANCIS KYNASTON Poet's Biography First Line: Dear cynthia, though thou bear'st the name Last Line: The apricots were got. Subject(s): Change; Love | ||||||||
DEAR Cynthia, though thou bear'st the name Of the pale Queen of Night, Who changing yet is still the same, Renewing still her light: Who monthly doth herself conceal, And her bright face doth hide, That she may to Endymion steal, And kiss him unespied. Do not thou so, not being sure, When this thy beauty's gone, Thou such another canst procure, And wear it as thine own, For the by-sliding silent hours, Conspirators with grief, May crop thy beauty's lovely flowers, Time being a sly thief. Which with his wings will fly away, And will return no more; As having got so rich a prey, Nature cannot restore: Reserve thou then, and do not waste That beauty which is thine, Cherish those glories which thou hast, Let not grief make thee pine. Think that the lily we behold, Or July-flower may Flourish, although the mother mould, That bred them be away. There is no cause, nor yet no sense, That dainty fruits should not, Though the tree die, and wither, whence The apricots were got. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON |
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