Often I have heard it said That her lips are ruby-red. Little heed I what they say, I have seen as red as they. Ere she smiled on other men, Real rubies were they then. When she kist me once in play, Rubies were less bright than they, And less bright were those which shone In the palace of the Sun. Will they be as bright again? Not if kist by other men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 2. FORMER BEAUTIES by THOMAS HARDY DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |