Lo, thou, my love, art fair; Myself have made thee so: Yea, thou art fair indeed, Wherefore thou shalt not need In beauty to despair; For I accept thee so, For fair. For fair, because thine eyes Are like the culvers' white, Whose simpleness in deed All others do exceed: Thy judgement wholly lies In true sense of sprite Most wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. SONNET: TO HOMER by JOHN KEATS CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE THE SNARE OF THE FOWLER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |