I never stoop'd so low, as they Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey, Seldome to them, which soare no higher Then vertue or the minde to'admire, For sense, and understanding may Know, what gives fuell to their fire: My love, though silly, is more brave, For may I misse, when ere I crave, If I know yet, what I would have. If that be simply perfectest Which can by no way be exprest But @3Negatives@1, my love is so. To All, which all love, I say no. If any who deciphers best, What we know not, our selves, can know, Let him teach mee that nothing; This As yet my ease, and comfort is, Though I speed not, I cannot misse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 44. TEARS THE SYMPTOM LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |