Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved ''aTo scorn the declaration, That sometimes I in thee have loved ''aMy fancy's own creation. Imagination needs must stir; ''aDear Maid, this truth believe, Minds that have nothing to confer ''aFind little to perceive. Be pleased that nature made thee fit ''aTo feed my heart's devotion, By laws to which all Forms submit ''aIn sky, air, earth, and ocean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL OCTAVES: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE COMMONPLACE by WALT WHITMAN |