ADMIT, thou darling of mine eyes, I have some idol lately fram'd, That under such a false disguise Our true loves might the less be fam'd: Canst thou, that knowest my heart, suppose I'll fall from thee, and worship those? Remember, dear, how loth and slow I was to cast a look or smile, Or one love-line to misbestow, Till thou hadst chang'd both face and style: And art thou grown afraid to see That mask put on thou mad'st for me? I dare not call those childish fears, Coming from love, much less from thee; But wash away, with frequent tears, This counterfeit idolatry: And henceforth kneel at ne'er a shrine, To blind the world, but only thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES by ROBERT HERRICK ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG RETURN TO TOMHANICK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE VAMPYRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |