Beauty, alas! where wast thou born, Thus to hold thyself in scorn? When as Beauty kiss'd to woo thee, Thou by Beauty dost undo me, Heigho, despise me not. I and thou, in sooth are one, Fairest thou, ay fairer none; Wanton thou, and wilt thou wanton, Yield a cruel heart to pant on? Do me right, and do me reason, Cruelty is cursèd treason: Heigho, I love; heigho, I love! Heigho; and yet he eyes me not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORANGUTAN REHAB by KAREN SWENSON THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |