Love
To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks
From Lucasta: Posthume Poems (1659)
Love
LUCASTA, frown, and let me die,
But smile, and see, I live;
The sad indifference of your eye
Both kills and doth reprieve.
You hide our fate within its screen;
We feel our judgment, ere we hear.
So in one picture I have seen
An angel here, the devil there.
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Lovelace, Richard. “To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lovelace/112/.
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Lovelace, Richard. “To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lovelace/112/.
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