Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of your face, -- The eyes too wide apart, the brow too high For beauty. Learned from earliest youth am I In loveliness, and cannot so erase Its letters from my mind, that I may trace Your faultless, I must love until I die. More subtle is the sovereignty of love: So am I caught when I say, "Not fair," 'Tis but as if I said, "Not here - not there -- Not risen - not writing letters." Well I know What is this beauty men are babbling of; I wonder only why they prize it so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE HUSKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LOUD SILENCE by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST AN EPILOGUE TO THE STEALING OF DIONYSOS: IACHOS SPEAKING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY BLUE ROSES by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |