I I AM return'd, my Fair, but see Perfection in none but thee: Yet many Beauties have I seen, And in that search a truant been, Through fruitless curiosity. II I've been to see each blear-ey'd star, Fond men durst with thy light compare; And, to my admiration, find, That all, but I, in Love are blind, And none but thee, divinely fair. III Here then I fix, and now grown wise, All objects, but thy face, despise, (Taught by my folly) now I swear, If you forgive me, ne'er to err, Nor seek impossibilities. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN PERVERSITY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE VEIL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO THE MARQUIS LA FAYETTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |