LOVED one -- gladly would I know it, -- Art thou but a vision fair, Such as in his brain the poet Loves in summer to prepare? No! such eyes of magic splendour, Lips so rosy and so warm, Such a child, so sweet and tender, Never did the poet form. Basilisks and vampires gory, Dragons, monsters of the earth, Suchlike evil beasts of story In the poet's fire have birth. But thyself, thy wiles insidious, And thy face, so sweet and staid, And thy kindly looks perfidious, -- These the poet never made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A WORKING PARTY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ON SOME BUTTERCUPS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS BACCHUS AND THE FROGS by ARISTOPHANES A DREAM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE LOSS OF A PIOUS FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |