On Chloris, Who Grew Shy at Day-Break

The Sun, which all things always tis'd to chear,
Chasing at once the Darkness and our Care,
By shortning the dear Pleasure of the Night,
Brought me Discomfort with its envious Light:
And with officious Visit was as rude,
As Spies that on their busie Friends intrude.
While the kind Shade of Night veil'd Heav'n and Thee,
Shame slept, and lovely Chloris was most free:
But as the Morn grew bright, the Nymph grew shy,
And rows'd that Foe to Lovers, Modesty.
Unkind, intruding Planet! thus to prove
Th' unwish'd Disturber of our secret Love.
Thus, when thou shin'st on all Material Fire,
The fainter Flames in thy strong Rays expire.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.