If, when the story of my love is old, This book should live and lover's leisure feed, Fair charactered, for bluest eye to read, And richly bound, for whitest hand to hold, -- O limn me then this lovely head in gold, And, limner, the soft lips and lashes heed, And set her in the midst, my love indeed, The sweet eyes tender, and the broad brow cold. And never let thy colours think to cast A brighter splendour on her beauties past, Or venture to disguise a fancied flaw; Let not thy painting falsify my rhyme, But perfect keep the mould for after time, And let the whole world see her as I saw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A LINE-STORM SONG by ROBERT FROST A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. EXERCISE by JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 95, 96. AL-AZALI, AL-BAKI by EDWIN ARNOLD LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI SONG IN THE NIGHT by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM |