A picture-frame for you to fill, A paltry setting for your face, A thing that has no worth until You lend it something of your grace, I send (unhappy I that sing Laid by awhile upon the shelf) Because I would not send a thing Less charming than you are yourself. And happier than I, alas! (Dumb thing, I envy its delight) 'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass, And look you in the face to-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 1. AIR by JOHN ARMSTRONG YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES ASOLANDO: WHICH? by ROBERT BROWNING |