PERMIT me, madame, to declare That I never will compare Eyes of yours to Starlight cold, Or your locks to Sunlight's gold, Or your lips, I'd have you know, To the crimson Jacqueminot. Stuff like that's all very fine When you get so much a line; Since I don't, I scorn to tell Flattering lies. I like too well Sun and Stars and Jacqueminot To flatter them, I'd have you know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS THE PROGRESS OF POESY; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE FASHIONS, 1806 by LEWIS BEACH THE DROWNED BOY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |