WHEN Laura appeared, poor Apelles complain'd That his sight was bedimm'd, and his optics much pain'd; So his pallet and pencil the artist resign'd, Lest the blaze of her beauty should make him quite blind. But when fair Anne enter'd, the prospect was changed, The paints and the brushes in order were ranged; The artist resumed his employment again, Forgetful of labour, and blindness, and pain; And the strokes were so lively that all were assured What the brunette had injured the fair one had cured. Let the candid decide which the chaplet should wear, The charms which destroy, or the charms which repair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG THE CAMBODIAN BOX by KAREN SWENSON PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |