Like two proud armies marching in the field, Joining a thundering fight, each scorns to yield; So in my heart your Beauty and my Reason, The one claims the crown, the other says 'tis treason. But O! your Beauty shineth as the sun, And dazzled Reason yields as quite undone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AN EVENING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PASTORAL BALLADS: SPRING by THOMAS BREREWOOD ON HIS WIFE, AN EPITAPH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) FORGOTTEN by CORA L. BUTTERFIELD |