TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
Ah brade no more that shining haire!
As my curious hand or eye,
Hovering round thee, let it flye.
Let it flye as unconfin'd
As it's calme ravisher, the winde,
Who hath left his darling, th' East,
To wanton o're that spicie neast.
Ev'ry tresse must be confest:
But neatly tangled at the best;
Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.
Doe not then winde up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night,
Like the sun in's early ray;
But shake your head, and scatter day.
See, 'tis broke! within this grove,
The bower and the walkes of love,
Weary lye we downe and rest,
And fanne each other's panting breast.
Heere wee'll strippe and coole our fire,
In creame below, in milk-baths higher:
And when all wells are drawne dry,
I'll drink a teare out of thine eye.
Which our very joys shall leave,
That sorrowes thus we can deceive;
Or our very sorrowes weepe,
That joyes so ripe so little keepe.
I enjoyed Ted Kneebone's comment more than the poem.
I wonder if her hair was recently washef
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sorrow and joyous terms come by turn! some we can keep and some we can leave
alright nice poem i guess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Early in our marriage (married in 1954) , we bought a 1936 Chevrolet. My wife, Jo, suggested we name the car. We had studied the Lovelace poem in freshman English at Northern State Teachers College (now Northern State University) . I think it was mutually agreed that we name our first car 'Amarantha.' In the below-zero winter temperatures of Aberdeen, SD, ours was often the only car that started! I think the message of the poem had little to do with Amarantha, the car.