LISTEN, fair maid, my song shall tell How Love may still be known full well, His looks the traitor prove: Dost thou not see that absent smile, That fiery glance replete with guile? Oh! doubt not then -- 'tis Love. When varying still the sly disguise, Child of caprice, he laughs and cries Or with complaint would move; To-day is bold, to-morrow shy, Changing each hour, he knows not why, Oh! doubt not then -- 'tis Love. There's magic in his every wile, His lips, well practised to beguile, Breathe roses when they move; See, now with sudden rage he burns, Disdains, implores, commands, by turns; Oh! doubt not then -- 'tis Love! He comes, without the bow and dart, That spare not e'en the purest heart; His looks the traitor prove; That glance is fire, that mien is guile, Deceit is lurking in that smile -- Oh! trust him not -- 'tis Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ENDYMION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ORIGIN OF DIDACTIC POETRY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |