I grant thou wert not married to my Muse And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject, blessing every book Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue, Finding thy worth a limit past my praise, And therefore art enforced to seek anew Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days And do so, love; yet when they have devised What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized In true plain words by thy true-telling friend; And their gross painting might be better used Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE UNQUIET EYE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE TWO VOICES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PEDDLER WOMAN by ALICE ELODY BREDESON GENTLER JOYS by RUTH FOSS BREWER |