I HAVE a mistress, for perfections rare In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair. Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes; Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice; And wheresoe'er my fancy would begin, Still her perfection lets religion in. We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers: I touch her, like my beads, with devout care, And come unto my courtship as my prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT CALAIS SANDS by MATTHEW ARNOLD EDINBURGH AFTER FLODDEN by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON |