THAT flatt'ring glass, whose smooth face wears Your shadow, which a sun appears, Was once a river of my tears. About your cold heart they did make A circle, where the briny lake Congeal'd into a crystal cake. Gaze no more on that killing eye, For fear the native cruelty Doom you, as it doth all, to die: For fear lest the fair object move Your froward heart to fall in love: Then you yourself my rival prove. Look rather on my pale cheeks pin'd, There view your beauties, there you 'll find A fair face, but a cruel mind. Be not for ever frozen, coy! One beam of love will soon destroy And melt that ice to floods of joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING DAY: TO PENELOPE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RUTHERFORD MCDOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR |