Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie With her fair visage an inverted sky Bloom-covered, while the underlids uplift, Would almost wreck the faith; but when her mouth (Can it kiss sweetly? sweetly!) would address The inner me that thirsts for her no less, And has so long been languishing in drouth, I feel that I am matched; that I am man! One restless corner of my heart or head, That holds a dying something never dead, Still frets, though Nature giveth all she can. It means, that woman is not, I opine, Her sex's antidote. Who seeks the asp For serpents' bites? 'Twould calm me could I clasp Shrieking Bacchantes with their souls of wine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHARACTER OF JOSEPH PRIESTLY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL GRANDMOTHER'S GARDEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE INVENTORY, IN ANSWER TO ... SURVEYOR OF TXAES by ROBERT BURNS LORD NEVIL'S ADVICE by ADA CAMBRIDGE |