I HAVE a mistress, for perfections rare In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair. Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes; Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice; And wheresoe'er my fancy would begin, Still her perfection lets religion in. We sit and talk, and kiss away the hours As chastely as the morning dews kiss flowers: I touch her, like my beads, with devout care, And come unto my courtship as my prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY EROS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONGS FOR THE PEOPLE by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER TIMES GO BY TURNS by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |