WHY, Love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so black, Whose sullen gloom twin eyes give back, Poor little god in tears, alack! Why, Love! I thought in your smiling cheek Dainty dimples played hide and seek; Passing by like a winter's night, With stormy sighs from lips all white. Poor little god, how comes your plight? A maiden said you were tall and bold, With an arm of steel and a heart of gold; Whose changing face would make her day; When came a frown, the sunshine play Of smiles would chase the clouds away. A youth once said you were like a maid With sunny hair in a golden braid; Whose cheeks were each a rose uncurled; And brow a lilybell unfurled; The fairest maid in all the world. Why, Love! I find you so weak and small, A human child, not a god at all; Two angry, sleepy eyes that cry, Two little hands so soft and shy, I'll hush you with a lullaby. Come, Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY THE BROOK: AUTUMN by LAURA ABELL THE FOUR SEASONS OF THE YEAR by ANNE BRADSTREET IMMEDIATES by CHARLES TORY BRUCE ONE PASSES BY by GLENN CLAIRMONTE BEELZEBUB AND JOB; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 16. THE DEALER AND CLERK by GEORGE CRABBE |