I COULD not bear to see those eyes On all with wasteful largesse shine, And that delight of welcome rise Like sunshine strained through amber wine, But that a glow from deeper skies, From conscious fountains more divine, Is (is it?) mine. Be beautiful to all mankind, As Nature fashioned thee to be; 'T would anger me did all not find The sweet perfection that's in thee: Yet keep one charm of charms behind, — Nay, thou 'rt so rich, keep two or three For (is it?) me! |