Fairest, when by the rules of palmistry You took my hand to try if you could guess By lines therein, if any wight there be Ordained to make me know some happiness; I wished that those characters could explain Whom I will never wrong with hope to win; Or that by them a copy might be seen, By you, O love, what thoughts I had within. But since the hand of Nature did not set (As providently loth to have it known) The means to find that hidden alphabet, Mine eyes shall be th' interpreters alone; By them conceive my thoughts, and tell me, fair, If now you see her that doth love me there? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE TRANSFORMATIONS by THOMAS HARDY |