TO CYNTHIA, ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY

1893

DO not conceal those radiant eyes,

The starlight of serenest skies;

Lest, wanting of their heavenly light,

They turn to chaos' endless night!

Do not conceal those tresses fair,

The silken snares of thy curled hair

Lest, finding neither gold nor ore,

The curious silk-worm work no more.

Do not conceal those breasts of thine,
More snow-white than the Apennine;
Lest, if there be like cold and frost,
The lily be for ever lost.

Do not conceal that fragrant scent,
Thy breath, which to all flowers hath lent
Perfumes; lest, it being supprest,
No spices grow in all the rest.

Do not conceal thy heavenly voice,
Which makes the hearts of gods rejoice;
Lest, music hearing no such thing,
The nightingale forget to sing.

Do not conceal, nor yet eclipse,
Thy pearly teeth with coral lips;
Lest that the seas cease to bring forth
Gems which from thee have all thy worth.

Do not conceal no beauty, grace,
That's either in thy mind or face;
Lest virtue overcome by vice
Make men believe no Paradise.

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