HARK Lovers, hark, and I shall tell A wonder that will please you well; She, whom I lov'd as my own heart, For whom I sigh'd and suffer'd smart; Whom I above the world admir'd: When I approach'd, who still retir'd: Was so reserv'd, but yet so fair, An angel to what others are: Herself from Love escapes not free. The man belov'd? 'Tis happy I am He. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR QUI S'EXCUSE S'ACCUSE by MARIANNE MOORE OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO by EZRA POUND |