I dare not kiss that crimson lip, Lest it should need renewing; Upon thy cheek the opening rose Now takes a lot of doing. Thy glorious tresses are no more Since Fashion orders &ld;bobbing&rd;; Knees now peep out, whenas of yore Feet set my pulses throbbing. @3But just the same@1 -- I bow me to thy beauty's spell, And wish those charms were mine. I'd love thee always passing well, And be thy Valentine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE TRIUMPH OF TIME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |