Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair: Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny, Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair, And her disdains are gall, her favors honey. A modest maid, decked with a blush of honor, Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love; The wonder of all eyes that look upon her, Sacred on earth, designed a saint above. Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes, Live reconciled friends within her brow; And had she pity to conjoin with those, Then who had heard the plaints I utter now? Oh had she not been fair and thus unkind, My muse had slept, and none had known my mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL |