@3"Whatsoever things are lovely"@1 -- ah, Saint Paul I dare not think on loveliness at all, For fear I see a face I must not see, And long for hands that are not stretched to me; For fear I break a flower and wish a thing That is not mine for garnering. @3"Whatsoever things are lovely . . . think on these."@1 Oh, bring the eyes to beauty, bend the knees! Was it a silent or a singing way That Paul or Ephesus knelt down to pray? No matter, for all lively things are pain To me become Philippian in vain. Ah, Paul, I practice in perverted guise The word you sent from Rome to make men wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE TO HIMSELF by BEN JONSON SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT |