A Pretty Woman
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!
To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!
You like us for a glance, you know- -
For a word's sake
Or a sword's sake,
All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know.
And in turn we make you ours, we say- -
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.
| But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,|
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
in a mortar- -for you could not, Sweet!
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!
So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!
As,- -why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking?
Earth,- -the heaven, we looked above for, gone!
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.
Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?
| Is the creature too imperfect,|
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!
May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?
Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection- -
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?