Her face Her tongue Her wytt So faier So sweete So sharpe first bent then drewe then hitt myne eye myne eare my harte Myn eye Myne eare My harte to lyke to learne to love her face her tongue her wytt doth leade doth teache doth move Her face Her tongue Her wytt with beames with sounde with arte doth blynd doth charm doth knitt myn eye myne eare my harte Myne eye Myne eare My harte with lyfe with hope with skill her face her tongue her witt doth feede doth feaste doth fyll O face O tongue O wytt with frownes with checks with smarte wronge not vex nott wounde not myne eye myne eare my harte This eye This eare This harte shall Joye shall yeald shall swear her face her tongue her witt to serve to truste to feare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL SONNET: 22. TO THE SAME [CYRIACK SKINNER] by JOHN MILTON A CHILD'S GRAVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |