Often I have heard it said That her lips are ruby-red. Little heed I what they say, I have seen as red as they. Ere she smiled on other men, Real rubies were they then. When she kist me once in play, Rubies were less bright than they, And less bright were those which shone In the palace of the Sun. Will they be as bright again? Not if kist by other men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE MIRROR by THEODORE AUBANEL STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH by THALIA BELL THE OLD VAGABOND by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE UNSEEN WORLD by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS A STORM IN SUMMER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |