THAT flatt'ring glass, whose smooth face wears Your shadow, which a sun appears, Was once a river of my tears. About your cold heart they did make A circle, where the briny lake Congeal'd into a crystal cake. Gaze no more on that killing eye, For fear the native cruelty Doom you, as it doth all, to die: For fear lest the fair object move Your froward heart to fall in love: Then you yourself my rival prove. Look rather on my pale cheeks pin'd, There view your beauties, there you 'll find A fair face, but a cruel mind. Be not for ever frozen, coy! One beam of love will soon destroy And melt that ice to floods of joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS |