DAMON SHEPHERD, we do not see our looks Best ever in the purest brooks. Do not despise Thine own shape and thy careful face: See thyself in some other glass Than her fair eyes. SHEPHERD Damon, no other streams reflect Truly as these mine own aspect And worthless face: Yet all the pleasures others make Themselves in beauty, I do take In my fair glass. DAMON Shepherd, it were a happiness If you could then your figure miss, Not well exprest. Seeking yourself with too much care You leave the image of your fear In her fair breast. SHEPHERD Damon, I hope no happiness But what already I possess, Received thus near. Yet I confess, though not so vain As one poor hope to entertain, I still have fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |