I could resign that eye of blue Howe'er its splendor used to thrill me; And even that cheek of roseate hue -- To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me. That snowy neck I ne'er should miss, However much I've raved about it; And sweetly as your lip can kiss, I think I could exist without it. In short, so well I've learned to fast That, sweet my love, I know not whether I might not bring myself at last To -- do without you altogether. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY THE VEERY'S FLUTE by LUCY BRANCH ALLEN ROMANCE OF DUNOIS by HORTENSE DE BEAUHARNAIS PSALM 73 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |