So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to me, though alter'd new; Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. In many's looks the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, if thy sweet virtue answer not thy show! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BE STILL, MY SOUL by ARCHILOCHUS ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SISTER AT A MATERNITY HOSPITAL by R. ALEXANDER BATE HER SECRET IS BETRAYED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FORGIVENESS by THORA MACCLARRAN BURGESS OF ONE AFFLICTED WITH DEAFNESS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |