SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which starlike sparkle in their skies; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free. Be you not proud of that rich hair, Which wantons with the lovesick air; Whenas that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone When all your world of beauty's gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A STRANGER IN SEYTHOPOLIS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE FLOWER GIRL (REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TAM SAMSON'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS |