TELL me not Time hath played the thief Upon her beauty! My belief Might have been mocked, and I had been A heretic, if I had not seen My Mistress is still fair to me! And now I all those graces see, That did adorn her virgin brow; Her eye hath the same flame in't now, To kill or save, the chemist's fire Equally burns; so my desire; Not any rosebud less within Her cheek, the same snow on her chin; Her voice, that heavenly music bears, First charmed my soul, and in my ears Did leave it trembling; her lips are The selfsame lovely twins they were: After so many years, I miss No flower in all my Paradise. Time, I despise thy rage, and thee; Thieves do not always thrive, I see! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MOUNT PIERUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 15. ONE NIGHT WITH THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |