The Sun has his spots, the Moon has her shadows, The Sea has his wrinkles, the Land has her warts; Sweet Faith has her doubts, and lovers their quarrels, And nothing is perfect in all its parts. How lovely is a garden when neglected! What could be uglier than a perfect face! Shall I then call my Love a perfect angel Sent down from Heaven to take a mortal's place? How could she wear and last this common life, Unless her charms had some alloy of evil? An Angel, no; but by Love's two extremes, Of ice and fire — @3'Come here, you little devil!'@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAMATREYA by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS PRAYER OF COLUMBUS by WALT WHITMAN THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES |