Mark how the bashful morn in vain
Courts the amorous marigold,
With sighing blasts and weeping rain,
Yet she refuses to unfold.
But when the planet of the day
Approacheth with his powerful ray,
The she spreads, then she receives
His warmer beams into her virgin leaves.
So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy;
If thy tears and sighs discover
Thy grief, thou never shalt enjoy
The just reward of a bold lover.
But when with moving accents thou
Shalt constant faith and service vow,
Thy Celia shall receive those charms
With open ears, and with unfolded arms.
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Comments1ah, i remember reading this poem when i was younger, still lvoe it now! It just reminds us that bein bold in love can really pay off. Sometimes you gotta take that leap! Also major props to the person who wrote it, really nice rhythm and words in there. Those last few lines are just perfect!