To be not jealous, give not love! Rate not thy fair all fair above, Or thou'lt be decked in green, the hue That jealousy is bounden to. That lily hand! Those lips of fire! Those dewy eyes that spill desire! Those mounds of lambent snow, may be Found anywhere it pleaseth thee To turn! Then turn, and be not mad Though all of loveliness she had: -- She hath not all of loveliness! A store remains, wherewith to bless The bee, the bird, the butterfly, And thou! Go, search with those that fly For that, which thou shalt easy find On every path, and any wind! Nor dream that she be Seal and Star Who is but as her sisters are! And whose reply is, Yes and No, To all that come, and all that go. -- I love! -- Then love again, my friend; Enjoy thy love, without an end! -- -- I love ... Ah, cease! Know what is what, Thou dost not love, if she love not! For if thou truly loved her From thee away she could not stir! But, ever at thy side, would be Thy self, and thy felicity! Go, drape thee in the greeny hue! Thou art not Love! She is not True! And, no more need be said -- Adieu! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 7. SUPREME SURRENDER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ROMANCE by WALTER JAMES REDFERN TURNER DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT |