CELIA’S EYES
Reading edition
PASTICHE
Tell me not that babies dwell In the deeps of Celia’s eyes; Cupid in each hazel well Scans his beauties with surprise, And would, like Narcissus, drown In my Celia’s eyes of brown.
Tell me not that any goes Safe by that enchanted place; Eros dwells with Anteros In the garden of her Face, Where like friends who late were foes Meet the white and crimson Rose.