SICKNESS, in vain thou dost invade A Beauty that can never fade! Could all thy malice but impair One of the sweets which crown this fair, Or steal the spirits from her eye, Or kiss into a paler dye The blushing roses of her cheek, Our drooping hopes might justly seek Redress from thee, and thou might'st save Thousands of lovers from the grave: But such assaults are vain, for she Is too divine to stoop to thee; Blest with a form as much too high For any change, as Destiny, Which no attempt can violate; For what's her Beauty, is our Fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 13 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY by WALT WHITMAN BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |