FAIR Amoret is gone astray! Pursue and seek her, every lover! I'll tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover. Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, though both seem neglected: Careless she is, with artful care; Affecting to seem unaffected. With skill, her eyes dart every glance; Yet change so soon, you'd ne'er suspect them: For she'd persuade, they wound by chance; Though certain aim and art direct them. She likes herself, yet others hates For that which in herself she prizes, And, while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE DOWN THE RIVER by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE THE ARTIST TO HIS WIFE by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH POEM BY A PERFECTLY FURIOUS ACADEMICIAN by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |