YOUR eyes were made for laughter, Sorrow befits them not; Would you be blithe hereafter, Avoid the lover's lot. The rose and lily blended Possess your cheeks so fair; Care never was intended To leave his furrows there. Your heart was not created To fret itself away, Being unduly mated To common human clay. But hearts were made for loving,— Confound philosophy! Forget what I've been proving, Sweet Phyllis, and love me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AUTUMNAL SONNET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |