Love's coach, they say, is made of ebony, And drawn by turtle-doves of silver hue, To show the brightness of pure amity, With turtles yok't, than turtles what more true? Along whose sides the purple silk doth twind The silver ouches to the golden wheels; So outward beauty should a lover bind, For who the outward love the inward feels, Eyesight confirms, but virtues motives be: 'Tis not alone thy face I love, but thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN, GALLUP, N.M. by KAREN SWENSON A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BEAUTY by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG POETIC STUFF by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |