TELL me not Time hath played the thief Upon her beauty! My belief Might have been mocked, and I had been A heretic, if I had not seen My Mistress is still fair to me! And now I all those graces see, That did adorn her virgin brow; Her eye hath the same flame in't now, To kill or save, the chemist's fire Equally burns; so my desire; Not any rosebud less within Her cheek, the same snow on her chin; Her voice, that heavenly music bears, First charmed my soul, and in my ears Did leave it trembling; her lips are The selfsame lovely twins they were: After so many years, I miss No flower in all my Paradise. Time, I despise thy rage, and thee; Thieves do not always thrive, I see! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A CHRISTMAS CAROL by GEORGE WITHER HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |