Dost see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes? There was a time when I did vow To that alone; But mark the fate of faces: That red-and-white works now no more on me Than if it could not charm or I not see. And yet the face continues good, And I have still desires, Am still the selfsame flesh and blood, As apt to melt And suffer from those fires; Oh, some kind power unriddle where it lies, Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes. She every day her man doth kill, And I as often die; Neither her power, then, nor my will Can questioned be; What is the mystery? Sure Beauty's empires, like to greater states, Have certain periods set, and hidden fates. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVE SPEAKS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE ABBOT OF INISFALEN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |