HE calls me beautiful; and I Ask of my glass the reason why; Alack for me! And yet though little there I see, I must be beautiful, I trow, When such as he can deem me so. He calls me brilliant; all in vain I strive the wonder to explain; Alack for me! And yet, whate'er my fancy be, Some spark of wit therein must glow When such as he can think it so. He calls me noble; and I turn My soul within my soul to learn; Alack for me! I am not proud of what I see; And yet some goodness there must grow, When such as he can find it so. He calls me lovely; and I try To seek the specious reason why; Alack for me! And yet though vain my question be, I must be lovely -- well I know -- When such as he can love me so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 7 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |