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...SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |