You would not need to flaunt yourself for me, With plum-red mouth and lupine in your hair, And the sweet shamelessness of shoulders bare; I should not need your grape-blue wine to be Tempted to love. This would be ecstasy Enough -- if sometime you would let me share The quiet of your tears, the still despair Of winter's frosty-fingered treachery. You are too kind -- when I should be content With half your favors, half your beauty spent; You spill your wine and waste your mad perfume. Behind my crowding pulse there is not room For the high bright desire that you awake. Withhold your beauty or my heart will break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN KNOWLEDGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |