WOMAN! experience might have told me, That all must love thee who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought: But, placed in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to adore thee. Oh memory! thou choicest blessing When join'd with hope, when still possessing; But how much cursed by every lover When hope is fled and passion's over. Woman, that fair and fond deceiver, How prompt are striplings to believe her How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue, Or sparkles black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath, And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope 't will last for aye, When, lo! she changes in a day. This record will for ever stand, 'Woman, thy vows are traced in sand.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY STAGE SETTING KANSAS by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON HOW CLEAR SHE SHINES by EMILY JANE BRONTE MARKED JUSTICE by ROBERT E. CALDWELL ON THE DEATH OF CATARINA DE ATTAYDA by LUIS DE CAMOENS ECLOGUE THE THIRD; A MAN, A WOMAN, SIR ROGER by THOMAS CHATTERTON |