THOUGH when I loved thee thou wert fair, Thou art no longer so; These glories all the pride they wear Unto opinion owe. Beauties, like stars, in borrowed lustre shine; And 'twas my love that gave thee thine. The flames that dwelt within thine eye Do now with mine expire; Thy brightest graces fade and die At once with my desire. Love's fires thus mutual influence return; Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn. Then, proud Celinds, hope no more To be implored or wooed, Since by thy scorn thou dost restore The wealth my love bestowed; And thy despised disdain too late shall find That none are fair but who are kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORMS by ANDREW MARVELL THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN (BY ANDREA MANTEGNA) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |