MISSHAPEN, black, unlovely to the sight, O mute companion of the murky mole, You must feel overjoyed to have a white, Imperious, dainty lily for a soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AUNTIE'S SKIRTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A FOREIGN TONGUE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH LOCHIEL'S WARNING by THOMAS CAMPBELL |