Dost see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes? There was a time when I did vow To that alone; But mark the fate of faces: That red-and-white works now no more on me Than if it could not charm or I not see. And yet the face continues good, And I have still desires, Am still the selfsame flesh and blood, As apt to melt And suffer from those fires; Oh, some kind power unriddle where it lies, Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes. She every day her man doth kill, And I as often die; Neither her power, then, nor my will Can questioned be; What is the mystery? Sure Beauty's empires, like to greater states, Have certain periods set, and hidden fates. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LILIES: 11. 'I NEED THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |