THEY call her fair. I do not know: I never thought to look. Who heeds the binder's costliest show When he may read the book? What need a list of parts to me When I possess the whole? Who only watch her eyes to see The color of her soul. I may not praise her mouth, her chin, Her feet, her hands, her arms: My love lacks leisure to begin The schedule of her charms. To praise is only to compare: And therefore Love is blind. I lov'd before I was aware Her beauty was of kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |