That frantic error I adore, And am confirmed the earth turns round, Now satisfied o'er and o'er, As rolling waves so flows the ground, And as her neighbour reels the shore: Find such a woman says she loves, She's that fixed heaven which never moves. In marble, steel, or porphyry, Who carves of stamps his arms or face, Looks it by rust or storm must die: This woman's love no time can rase, Hardened like ice in the sun's eye, Or your reflection in a glass, Which keeps possession though you pass. We not behold a watch's hand To stir, nor plants or flowers to grow: Must we infer that this doth stand, And therefore that those do not blow? This she acts calmer: like heaven's brand The steadfast lightning, slow love's dart, She kills, but ere we feel the smart. Oh, she is constant as the wind That revels in an evening's air! Certain as ways unto the blind, More real than her flatteries are, Gentle as chains that honour bind, More faithful than an Hebrew Jew, But as the Devil not half so true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 14. AL-MUZAWWIR by EDWIN ARNOLD WORLDLY PLACE by MATTHEW ARNOLD PSALM 77 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LA VILLE DU DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP TO REV. W. H. MILBURN by LEVI BISHOP IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |