What are lips, but to be kissed? What are eyes, but to be praised? What the fineness of a wrist, What the slimness of a waist? What the softness of her hair, If not that Love be tangled there? What are lips, not to be kissed? What are eyes, not to be praised? What is she, that would resist Love's desire to be embraced? What her heart, that will not dare Suffer poor Love to linger there? These are lips, fond to be kissed, These are eyes, fain to be praised; And I think, if Love has missed Shelter in the wintry waste, That this heart may soon prepare Some nook for him to nestle there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE AT LORD'S [CRICKET GROUND] by FRANCIS THOMPSON RESOLUTION AND INDEPENDENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER REFUGE by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |