ADMIT, thou darling of mine eyes, I have some idol lately fram'd, That under such a false disguise Our true loves might the less be fam'd: Canst thou, that knowest my heart, suppose I'll fall from thee, and worship those? Remember, dear, how loth and slow I was to cast a look or smile, Or one love-line to misbestow, Till thou hadst chang'd both face and style: And art thou grown afraid to see That mask put on thou mad'st for me? I dare not call those childish fears, Coming from love, much less from thee; But wash away, with frequent tears, This counterfeit idolatry: And henceforth kneel at ne'er a shrine, To blind the world, but only thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAG GOES BY by HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT A SONG OF MARY by AGNES H. BEGBIE LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SAPPHO by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS A NIGHT THOUGHT; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by JOHN CHALK CLARIS THE LAST CUP OF CANARY; SIR HARRY LOVELOCK, 1645 by HELEN GRAY CONE |