HE calls me beautiful; and I Ask of my glass the reason why; Alack for me! And yet though little there I see, I must be beautiful, I trow, When such as he can deem me so. He calls me brilliant; all in vain I strive the wonder to explain; Alack for me! And yet, whate'er my fancy be, Some spark of wit therein must glow When such as he can think it so. He calls me noble; and I turn My soul within my soul to learn; Alack for me! I am not proud of what I see; And yet some goodness there must grow, When such as he can find it so. He calls me lovely; and I try To seek the specious reason why; Alack for me! And yet though vain my question be, I must be lovely -- well I know -- When such as he can love me so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL YOUTH'S SONGS by MAXWELL ANDERSON MONICA'S LAST PRAYER by MATTHEW ARNOLD ENIGMA. TO THE LADIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EPITAPH ON TWO YOUNG MEN NAMED LEITCH IN CROSSING THE RIVER SOUTHESK by JAMES BEATTIE |