PLATONIC friendship at your years, Says Conscience, should content ye; Nay, name not fondness to her ears, The darling's scarcely twenty. Yes, and she ll loathe me unforgiven, To dote thus out of season; But beauty is a beam from heaven, That dazzles blind our reason. I'll challenge Plato from the skies, Yes, from his spheres harmonic, To look in M -- y C----'s eyes, And try to be Platonic. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |