SOME ladies love the jewels in Love's zone And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play In idle scornful hours he flings away; And some that listen to his lute's soft tone Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own; Some prize his blindfold sight; and there be they Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday And thank his wings to-day that he is flown. My lady only loves the heart of Love: Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for thee His bower of unimagined flower and tree: There kneels he now, and all-anhungered of Thine eyes grey-lit in shadowing hair above, Seals with thy mouth his immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE ANTIQUE JEWELER by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER NO PLEDGES by FLORA J. ARNSTEIN SONNET by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 9. THE LEGEND OF HYPERMNESTRA by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |