THEY know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; Who think, while I see thee in beauty's young hour, As pure as the morning's first dew on the flower, I could harm what I love, as the sun's wanton ray But smiles on the dew-drop to waste it away. No-beaming with light as those young features are, There's a light round thy heart which is lovelier far: It is not that cheek - ' t is the soul dawning clear Thro' its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear; As the sky we look up to, tho' glorious and fair, Is looked up to the more, because Heaven lies there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST THE GILLYFLOWER OF GOLD by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |