FAIR and false! No dawn will greet Thy waking beauty as of old; The little flower beneath thy feet Is alien to thy smile so cold; The merry bird flown up to meet Young morning from his nest i' the wheat Scatters his joy to wood and wold, But scorns the arrogance of gold. False and fair! I scarce know why, But standing in the lonely air, And underneath the blessed sky, I plead for thee in my despair; -- For thee cut off, both heart and eye From living truth; thy spring quite dry; For thee, that heaven my thought may share, Forget -- how false! and think -- how fair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE IMITATION OF CHAUCER by ALEXANDER POPE AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1726-7 by JONATHAN SWIFT DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |