YES! that fair neck, too beautiful by half, Those eyes, that voice, that bloom, all do her honor; Yet, after all, that little giddy laugh Is what, in my mind, sits the best upon her. Good God! 'twould make the very streets and ways, Through which she passes, burst into a pleasure! Did melancholy come to mar my days And kill me in the lap of too much leisure, No spell were wanting, from the dead to raise me, But only that sweet laugh wherewith she slays me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL THE OLD KIRK YARD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS ENVOI by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: EUTHANASIA (WRITTEN AFTER LONG ILLNESS) by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO ELIZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |