I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face, Since ruin harbours there in every place; For my enchanted soul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns. I'll love no more those cruel eyes of hers, Which, pleas'd or anger'd, still are murderers: For if she dart, like lightning, through the air Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair: If she behold me with a pleasing eye, I surfeit with excess of joy, and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OPAL DREAM CAVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE GAME OF CHESS by EZRA POUND |