O woman full of wiliness! Although for love of me you pine, Withhold your hand adventurous, It holdeth nothing holding mine. Look on my head, how it is grey! My body's weakness doth appear; My blood is chill and thin; my day Is done, and there is nothing here. Do not call me a foolish man, Nor lean your lovely cheek to mine: O slender witch, our bodies can Not mingle now, nor any time. Then take your mouth from mine, your hand From mine, ah, take those lips away! Lest thought should ripe to willing, and All this be grave that had been gay. It is this curl, a silken nest, And this grey eye, bright as the dew, And this round, lovely, snow-white breast That draws desire in search of you. I would do all for you, meseems, But this, tho' this were happiness! I shall not mingle in your dreams, Of woman full of wiliness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE |