There is none, oh, none but you, That from me estrange your sight, Whom mine eyes affect to view Or chained ears hear with delight. Other beauties others move, In you I all graces find; Such is the effect of love, To make them happy that are kind. Women in frail beauty trust, Only seem you fair to me; Yet prove truly kind and just, For that may not dissembled be. Sweet, afford me then your sight, That, surveying all your looks, Endless volumes I may write And fill the world with envied books: Which when after-ages view, All shall wonder and despair -- Woman to find man so true, Or man a woman half so fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC THE SOCIOLOGY OF TOYOTAS AND JADE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOROTHY DANCES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WANDERER: A ROCOCO STUDY (FIRST VERSION) by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SA-CA-GA-WE-A; THE INDIAN GIRL WHO GUIDED LEWIS AND CLARK by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |