THOUGH when I loved thee thou wert fair, Thou art no longer so; These glories all the pride they wear Unto opinion owe. Beauties, like stars, in borrowed lustre shine; And 'twas my love that gave thee thine. The flames that dwelt within thine eye Do now with mine expire; Thy brightest graces fade and die At once with my desire. Love's fires thus mutual influence return; Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn. Then, proud Celinds, hope no more To be implored or wooed, Since by thy scorn thou dost restore The wealth my love bestowed; And thy despised disdain too late shall find That none are fair but who are kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS THE PAST IS THE PRESENT by MARIANNE MOORE ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE ARAB LOVE SONG by FRANCIS THOMPSON MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS |