Infinite Variety
10/8/1838-7/1/1905
In my one love are many loves entwined;
Each hour makes me unfaithful to the last;
The beauty present dims the beauty past;
Of her worst rivals is her self combined.
When she is pale, in her dear cheek I find
The fairest shade on earth was ever cast;
And if she blush, that hue is not surpassed
In roses ruffled by the wanton wind.
Sometimes her sweet lips droop to a purpose sad;
Then all my soul in loving sympathy
Burns to dispel her sadness with a kiss;
And when they flash and curve in laughter glad,
Around the corners of her mouth I see
A swarm of hovering loves, sporting in bliss.
DayPoems Poem No. 1603
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1603.html">Infinite Variety by John Hay</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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