I I AM return'd, my Fair, but see Perfection in none but thee: Yet many Beauties have I seen, And in that search a truant been, Through fruitless curiosity. II I've been to see each blear-ey'd star, Fond men durst with thy light compare; And, to my admiration, find, That all, but I, in Love are blind, And none but thee, divinely fair. III Here then I fix, and now grown wise, All objects, but thy face, despise, (Taught by my folly) now I swear, If you forgive me, ne'er to err, Nor seek impossibilities. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 17. THE CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO THE LEANAN SIDHE (FAIRY MUSE) by THOMAS BOYD THE MAID by KATHERINE MARIE CORNELIA BREGY |