WHEN first before me she appeared, Her beauty well I saw; but that alone. But when her speech I heard, How she was more than fair was known, Her charms I praise, but more her mind approve, But never thought my soul she would enthral. Had I foreseen how deeply I should love, I never would have loved at all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO THE EARL OF WARWICK ON THE DEATH OF MR. ADDISON by THOMAS TICKELL |