Thou art not fair for all thy red and white, For all those rosy ornaments in thee; Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delight, Nor fair nor sweet, unless thou pity me. I will not soothe thy fancies: thou shalt prove That beauty is no beauty without love. Yet love not me, nor seek thou to allure My thoughts with beauty; were it more divine, Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure, I'll not be wrapt up in those arms of thine, Now shew it if thou be a woman right, -- Embrace, and kiss, and love me, in despite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOVER PLEADS WITH HIS FRIENDS FOR OLD FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |