Your cheeks were oh how fair, How full of glowing grace Until that sprouted there, Your beauty to deface. And then your cheeks became A candle that, alack Extinguishing its flame, Reveals its wick is black. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG IF DEATH IS KIND by SARA TEASDALE THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI REMARKS TO THE BACK OF A PEW by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ALL WHITE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |