SAY, Love, if ever thou didst find, A woman with a constant mind: None but one: And what should that rare mirror be, Some goddess or some queen is she? She, she, she, and only she, The only queen of Love and Beauty. But could thy fiery poisoned dart At no time touch her spotless heart, Nor come near? She is not subject to Love's bow, Her eye commands, her heart saith No, No, no, no, and only no, One No another still doth follow. How might I that fair wonder know, That mocks desire with endless No See the moon That ever in one change doth grow, Yet still the same, and she is so; So, so, so, and only so, From heaven her virtues she doth borrow. To her then yield thy shafts and bow, That can command affections so: Love is free, So are her thoughts that vanquish thee, There is no queen of love but she, She, she, she, and only she, The only queen of Love and Beauty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY SAINT AGNES' EVE by ALFRED TENNYSON WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |