Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks.

Poem by Richard Lovelace

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002