by: William Allingham (1824-1889)
POEMS BY WILLIAM ALLINGHAM
- ady fair, lady fair,
- Seated with the scornful,
- Though your beauty be so rare,
- I were but a born fool
- Still to seek my pleasure there.
- To love your features and your hue,
- All your glowing beauty,
- All in short that's good of you,
- Was and is my duty,
- As to love all beauty too.
- But now a fairer face I've got,
- A Picture's -- and, believe me,
- I never looked to you for aught
- That it cannot give me;
- What you've more, improves you not.
- Your queenly lips can speak, and prove
- The means of your uncrowning;
- Your brow can change, your eyes can move,
- Which gives you power of frowning;
- Hers have Heaven's one thought, of Love.
- So now I give goodbye, ma belle,
- And lose no great good by it;
- You're fair, yet I can smile farewell,
- As you must shortly sigh it,
- To your bright, light outer shell!
|"A Valentine" is reprinted from Poems. William Allingham. London: Chapman and Hall, 1850.