YES, if 'twere any common love, That led my pliant heart astray, I grant, there 's not a power above Could wipe the faithless crime away! But, 'twas my doom to err with one In every look so like to thee, That, oh, beneath the blessed sun, So fair there are but thou and she! Whate'er may be her angel birth, She was thy lovely, perfect twin, And wore the only shape on earth, That could have charm'd my soul to sin! Your eyes! -- the eyes of languid doves Were never half so like each other! The glances of the baby loves Resemble less their warm-eyed mother! Her lip! -- oh, call me not false-hearted, When such a lip I fondly press'd; 'Twas Love some melting cherry parted, Gave thee half and her the rest! And when, with all thy murmuring tone, They sued half-open to be kiss'd, I could as soon resist thine own, And them, Heaven knows, I ne'er resist. Then, scorn me not, though false I be, 'Twas love that waked the dear excess; My heart had been more true to thee, Had mine eye prized thy beauty less! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT BY THE SEA by SARA TEASDALE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 8. THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 1. BEATUS VIR, QUI NON by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FINAL FREEDOM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SEED-TIME AND HARVEST by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. WHEN A THOUSAND YEARS HAVE PASSED by EDWARD CARPENTER |