Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty's orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither do stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars 'light
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become as in their sphere.
Ask me no more if east or west
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.
A marvelous poem describing the magnanimity of love evident in all manifestations of nature and it's agents.
Ye olde worldly poets like Thomas Carew were always on top of their game with their fine poetry. As displayed here and deservedly so.
Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. very fine poem. tony
A beautiful life song sailing comfortably and in lighter vein. Well deserved classic poem of the day.
ask me more more..............great beautiful..../// o yes ask me no more about every mystical sense which lives in my mind house but I do not know where is my mind yes, ask me no more............................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.....touching expression with essence of pure love. Beautiful poem.