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Love is not blind. I see with single eyeYour ugliness and other women’s grace.I know the imperfection of your face,The eyes too wide apart, the brow too highFor beauty. Learned from earliest youth am IIn loveliness, and cannot so eraseIts…
That Love at length should find me out and bringThis fierce and trivial brow unto the dust,Is, after all, I must confess, but just;There is a subtle beauty in this thing,A wry perfection; wherefore now let singAll voices how into…
When you, that at this moment are to meDearer than words on paper, shall depart,And be no more the warder of my heart,Whereof again myself shall hold the key;And be no more—what now you seem to be—The sun, from which…
Cherish you then the hope I shall forgetAt length, my lord, Pieria?—put awayFor your so passing sake, this mouth of clayThese mortal bones against my body set,For all the puny fever and frail sweatOf human love,—renounce for these, I say,The…
As to some lovely temple, tenantlessLong since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,Knowing well its altars ruined and the grassGrown up between the stones, yet from excessOf grief hard driven, or great loneliness,The worshiper returns, and those who passMarvel…
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:How in the years to come unscrupulous Time,More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss,And make you old, and leave me in my prime?How you and I, who scale together yetA…
Let you not say of me when I am old,In pretty worship of my withered handsForgetting who I am, and how the sandsOf such a life as mine run red and goldEven to the ultimate sifting dust, “Behold,Here walketh passionless…
And you as well must die, beloved dust,And all your beauty stand you in no stead;This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,This body of flame and steel, before the gustOf Death, or under his autumnal frost,Shall be as any leaf,…
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has its place,And terrible beauty not to be endured,I turn away reluctant from your light,And stand irresolute, a mind undone,A silly,…
No rose that in a garden ever grew,In Homer’s or in Omar’s or in mine,Though buried under centuries of fineDead dust of roses, shut from sun and dewForever, and forever lost from view,But must again in fragrance rich as wineThe…