VEIL, Love, mine eyes! O hide from me The plagues that charge the curious mind! If beauty private will not be, Suffice it yet that she proves kind. Who can usurp heaven's light alone? Stars were not made to shine on one! Griefs past recure, fools try to heal, That greater harms on less inflict, The pure offend by too much zeal; Affection should not be too strict. He that a true embrace will find, To beauty's faults must still be blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE METROPOLITAN TOWER by SARA TEASDALE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON SEAWARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MATTERHORN QUESTS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON VISIONS by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE CHERUBS; SUGGESTED BY AN APOLOGUE IN THE WORKS OF FRANKLIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL |