Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife <br />Is the Beauty you showed me this morning: <br />Nor yet have I found the sweet dream of my life, <br />And good-bye to the sneering and scorning. <br />Would you have me cast down in the dark of her frown, <br />Like others who bend at her shrine; <br />And would barter their souls for a statue-like face, <br />And a heart that can never be mine? <br />That can never be theirs nor mine. <br /> <br />Go after her, look at her, kneel at her feet, <br />And mimic the lover romantic; <br />I have hated deceit, and she misses the treat <br />Of driving me hopelessly frantic! <br />Now watch her, as deep in her carriage she lies, <br />And love her, my friend, if you dare! <br />She would wither your life with her beautiful eyes, <br />And strangle your soul with her hair! <br />With a mesh of her splendid hair.<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clari/
