Seest thou those Diamonds which she weares In that rich Carkanet; Or those on her dishevel'd haires, Faire Pearles in order set? Beleeve young man all those were teares By wretched Wooers sent, In mournfull Hyacinths and Rue, That figure discontent; Which when not warmed by her view, By cold neglect, each one, Congeal'd to Pearle and stone; Which precious spoiles upon her, She weares as trophees of her honour. Ah then consider! What all this implies; She that will weare thy teares, wo'd weare thine eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING SONG OF A SECOND APRIL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |