My spotless love hovers with purest wings, About the temple of the proudest frame, Where blaze those lights, fairest of earthly things, Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame. My ambitious thoughts, confined in her face, Affect no honour but what she can give; My hopes do rest in limits of her grace; I weigh no comfort unless she relieve. For she, that can my heart imparadise, Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is; My Fortune's wheel 's the circle of her eyes, Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss. All my life's sweet consists in her alone; So much I love the most Unloving one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON MY HEART IS HEAVY by SARA TEASDALE MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES SUNKEN GARDENS by ADA VAN LOON BRANDOW THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: AUTUMN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |