LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart; For those may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever; Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why. So hast thou the same reason still To dote upon me ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |