Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of your face, -- The eyes too wide apart, the brow too high For beauty. Learned from earliest youth am I In loveliness, and cannot so erase Its letters from my mind, that I may trace Your faultless, I must love until I die. More subtle is the sovereignty of love: So am I caught when I say, "Not fair," 'Tis but as if I said, "Not here - not there -- Not risen - not writing letters." Well I know What is this beauty men are babbling of; I wonder only why they prize it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE PAST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MINDEN HOUSE by WILLIAM BARNES WINTER STORES by CHARLOTTE BRONTE TO TIME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 2 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |