THEY call her fair. I do not know: I never thought to look. Who heeds the binder's costliest show When he may read the book? What need a list of parts to me When I possess the whole? Who only watch her eyes to see The color of her soul. I may not praise her mouth, her chin, Her feet, her hands, her arms: My love lacks leisure to begin The schedule of her charms. To praise is only to compare: And therefore Love is blind. I lov'd before I was aware Her beauty was of kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUNTING SONG, FR. ZAPOLYA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 22. 'TIS HONOURABLE TO BE LOVE'S MARTYR by PHILIP AYRES |