I Fixe mine eye on thine, and there Pitty my picture burning in thine eye, My picture drown'd in a transparent teare, When I looke lower I espie; Hadst thou the wicked skill By pictures made and mard, to kill, How many wayes mightst thou performe thy will? But now I have drunke thy sweet salt teares, And though thou poure more I'll depart; My picture vanish'd, vanish feares, That I can be endamag'd by that art; Though thou retaine of mee One picture more, yet that will bee, Being in thine owne heart, from all malice free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SOLILOQUY; OCCASIONED BY THE CHIRPING OF A GRASSHOPPER by WALTER HARTE ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |