My darling's features, painted by the light; As in the convex of a mirror, see Her face diminished so fantastically It scarcely hints her lovely self aright. Away, poor mockery! My outraged sight Turns from the fraud you perpetrate on me; This is no transcript, but a forgery, As far from semblance as is black from white. Breathe, smile, blush, kiss me! Murmur in my ear The things we know--we only! and give heed To this deep sigh and this descending tear, Ere from my senses you can win the meed Of faith, to make your doubtful title clear, And so convince me you are she indeed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE WORDLY WISE (5) by MOTHER GOOSE TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON THE PRAYSE OF LADY PECUNIA by RICHARD BARNFIELD |