LET me but feel thy look's embrace, Transparent, pure, and warm, And I'll not ask to touch thy face, Or fold thee in mine arm. For in thine eyes a girl doth rise, Arrayed in candid bliss, And draws me to her with a charm More close than any kiss. A loving-cup of golden wine, Songs of a silver brook, And fragrant breaths of eglantine, Are mingled in thy look. More fair they are than any star, Thy topaz eyes divine -- And deep within their trysting-nook Thy spirit blends with mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RYTON FIRS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE BABY'S SHOES by WILLIAM COX BENNETT THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (A) by WILLIAM BLAKE EPIGRAM: A LAME BEGGAR by JOHN DONNE ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |