VEIL, Love, mine eyes! O hide from me The plagues that charge the curious mind! If beauty private will not be, Suffice it yet that she proves kind. Who can usurp heaven's light alone? Stars were not made to shine on one! Griefs past recure, fools try to heal, That greater harms on less inflict, The pure offend by too much zeal; Affection should not be too strict. He that a true embrace will find, To beauty's faults must still be blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD COMEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH UNCLE AN' AUNT by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: 19 by RICHARD BARNFIELD BLUE HOURS: 1. CLOUD-HORSE by RICK BAROT |