FACE with the forest eyes, And the wayward wild-wood hair, How shall a man be wise, When a girl's so fair; How, with her face once seen, Shall life be as it has been, This many a year? Beautiful fearful thing! You undulant sorcery! I dare not hear you sing, Dance not for me; The whiteness of your breast, Divinely manifest I must not see. Too late, thou luring child, Moon matches little moon; I must not be beguiled, With the honied tune: Yet O to lay my head Twixt moon and moon! 'Twas so my sad heart said, Only last June. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE VIRGIN'S SLUMBER SONG by JOSEPH FRANCIS CARLIN MACDONNELL TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS MASSACRE OF THE MACPHERSON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LAST OF AUTUMN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |