Mary Darby Robinson

(1758 - 1800 / England)

Sonnet Xiii: Bring, Brick To Deck My Brow - Poem by Mary Darby Robinson

Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls,
A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair
The costly band of studded gems prepare,
Of sparkling crysolite or orient pearls:
Love, o'er my head his canopy unfurls,
His purple pinions fan the whisp'ring air;
Mocking the golden sandal, rich and rare,
Beneath my feet the fragrant woodbine curls.
Bring the thin robe, to fold about my breast,
White as the downy swan; while round my waist
Let leaves of glossy myrtle bind the vest,
Not idly gay, but elegantly chaste!
Love scorns the nymph in wanton trappings drest;
And charms the most concealed, are doubly grac'd.


Comments about Sonnet Xiii: Bring, Brick To Deck My Brow by Mary Darby Robinson

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: purple, hair, love, sonnet, girl



Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



[Report Error]