FAIR is her body, bright her eye, With smiles her mouth is kind to me; Then, think no evil, this is she Whom God hath made my only joy. Between the earth and heaven high There is no maid so fair as she; The beauty of her sweet body Doth ever fill my heart with joy. He is a knave, nor do I lie, Who loveth her not heartily; The grace that shines from her body Giveth to lovers all great joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE BRAES OF YARROW by JOHN LOGAN (1748-1788) BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |