The Face That Launch'd a Thousand Ships

Sat, 01/27/2018 - 02:27 -- xxj4de

Is this the face that launch’d a thousand ships? 
Doth Helen envy likely grace within?
My joy, thou should’st be sin; thy lovely lips
Do tender kiss my face and all therein;
Be so the cause of shipwrecks in thy way
And countless errors which mistake thee light -
Not so, thou truly art the light of day -
And darkness’ sorrow in the brink of night:
Are sailors there deceiv’d by such visage 
Thou dost produce by ev’ry sway of grace -
Would thence give off thy lingering mirage 
When givest truth that lieth in thy face.
    Wert so the image these eyes thee detect, 
    No soul, nor heart shall cruelty affect.


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