My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me When, with love's resistless art And her eyes, she did enslave me. But her constancy's so weak -- She's so wild, and apt to wander -- That my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. Melting joys about her move, Killing pleasures, wounding blisses. She can dress her eyes in love, And her lips can arm with kisses. Angels listen when she speaks; She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO A WOMAN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN MOUNT RAINIER by HERBERT BASHFORD CORONATION ODE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO A FRIEND IN THE NAVY, SICK AT HOME by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |