Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG TO AMORET, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If I were dead, and, in my place Last Line: This endless, holy fire. Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist | ||||||||
If I were dead, and in my place Some fresher youth designed To warm thee with new fires, and grace Those arms I left behind; Were he as faithful as the sun, That's wedded to the sphere; His blood as chaste and temp'rate run, As April's mildest tear; Or were he rich, and with his heaps And spacious share of earth, Could make divine affection cheap, And court his golden birth: For all these arts I'd not believe, No, though he should be thine The mighty amorist could not give So rich a heart as mine. Fortune and beauty thou might'st find, And greater men than I; But my true resolvéd mind They never shall come nigh. For I not for an hour did love, Or for a day desire, But with my soul had from above This endless, holy fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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