Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, like break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain. Hide, O, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are yet of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOVE AND AGE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 13 by ALFRED TENNYSON |