Soft lips I've known And tender hands. The fruit of love I've tasted to the core. Once I have loved And I shall love no more. Look not at me Nor call me fair. Veil loveliness. My thoughts are autumn rain. For I have loved And shall not love again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT TWILIGHT SYMPHONY by LESLIE ANDERSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 28. LOVE'S TRIUMPH OVER RICHES by PHILIP AYRES DEAD IN HIS BED by ADDIE LUCIA BALLOU |