I Fixe mine eye on thine, and there Pitty my picture burning in thine eye, My picture drown'd in a transparent teare, When I looke lower I espie; Hadst thou the wicked skill By pictures made and mard, to kill, How many wayes mightst thou performe thy will? But now I have drunke thy sweet salt teares, And though thou poure more I'll depart; My picture vanish'd, vanish feares, That I can be endamag'd by that art; Though thou retaine of mee One picture more, yet that will bee, Being in thine owne heart, from all malice free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI OLD WAR-DREAMS by WALT WHITMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 78. AL-BARR by EDWIN ARNOLD TO MARY SINTON LEITCH, POET AND FRIEND by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE IN THE KING'S ENGLISH by BERTON BRALEY BEFORE AND AFTER by OLIVER MADOX BROWN |