WHAT lies I read, that men of strength Have keen and penetrating looks That, flashing here and flashing there, Command success -- what foolish books! For when we go to life we find The men and dogs that fight till death Are sleepy-eyed, and look so calm We wonder if they live by breath! Love, too, must hold her saucy tongue, And turn on us two sleepy eyes, To prove she is no painted doll, And full, like books, of pretty lies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |