OLD fictions say that love hath eyes Yet sees, unhappy boy! with none; Blind as the night! but fiction lies, For Love doth always see with one. To one our graces all unveil, To one our flaws are all exposed; But when with tenderness we hail, He smiles, and keeps the critic closed. But when he's scorned, abused, estranged, He opes the eye of evil ken, And all his angel friends are changed To demons -- and are hated then! Yet once it happ'd that, semi-blind, He met thee on a summer day, And took thee for his mother kind, And frown'd as he was push'd away. But still he saw thee shine the same, Though he had oped his evil eye And found that nothing but her shame Was left to know his mother by! And ever since that morning sun He thinks of thee, and blesses Fate That he can look with both on one Who hath no ugliness to hate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DECEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER |