THEY oft have told me that deceit Lies hid in dimpled smiles, But eyes so chaste and lips so sweet Conceal not wanton wiles! I'll trust thee, lady! -- To deceive, Or guileful tale to speak, Was never fashioned I believe The beauty of thy cheek! Yes, I will trust the azure eye That thrilled me with delight, The loving load-star of a sky Which erst was darkest night. Ever, dear maid, in weal or wo, In gladness and in sorrow, Hand clasped in hand, we'll forward go, Both eventide and morrow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: EHEU FUGACES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SAND-MAN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 52 by PHILIP SIDNEY |