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TO DELIA: 10, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh, then I love, and draw this weary breath
Last Line: And let her pity, if she cannot love me.
Subject(s): Love


Oh, then I love, and draw this weary breath
For her, the cruel fair, within whose brow
I written find the sentence of my death
In unkind letters, wrought she cares not how.
O thou that rul'st the confines of the night,
Laughter-loving goddess, worldly pleasure's queen,
Intenerate that heart that sets so light
The truest love that ever yet was seen;
And cause her leave to triumph in this wise
Upon the prostrate spoil of that poor heart
That serves a trophy to her conqu'ring eyes,
And must their glory to the world impart.
Once let her know sh' hath done enough to prove me,
And let her pity, if she cannot love me.





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