LISTEN, fair maid, my song shall tell How Love may still be known full well, His looks the traitor prove: Dost thou not see that absent smile, That fiery glance replete with guile? Oh! doubt not then -- 'tis Love. When varying still the sly disguise, Child of caprice, he laughs and cries Or with complaint would move; To-day is bold, to-morrow shy, Changing each hour, he knows not why, Oh! doubt not then -- 'tis Love. There's magic in his every wile, His lips, well practised to beguile, Breathe roses when they move; See, now with sudden rage he burns, Disdains, implores, commands, by turns; Oh! doubt not then -- 'tis Love! He comes, without the bow and dart, That spare not e'en the purest heart; His looks the traitor prove; That glance is fire, that mien is guile, Deceit is lurking in that smile -- Oh! trust him not -- 'tis Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP TALK by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |