If you and I could change to beasts, what beast should either be?
Shall you and I play Jove for once? Turn fox then, I decree!
Shy wild sweet stealer of the grapes! Now do your worst on me!
And thus you think to spite your friend, turned loathsome? What, a toad?
So, all men shrink and shun me! Dear men, pursue your road!
Leave but my crevice in the stone, a reptile's fit abode
Now say your worst, Canidia! "He's loathsome, I allow:
There may or may not lurk a pearl beneath his puckered brow:
But see his eyes that follow mine, love lasts there, anyhow."
White Witchcraft
Robert Browning
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Poem topics: I love you, change, friend, dear, beast, wild, sweet, play, pearl, follow, beneath, stone, love, worst, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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