NYMPH. Injurious charmer of my vanquished heart, Canst thou feel love, and yet no pity know? Since of myself from thee I cannot part, Invent some gentle way to let me go. For what with joy thou didst obtain, And I with more did give, In time will make thee false and vain, And me unfit to live. SHEPHERD. Frail angel, that wouldst leave a heart forlorn With vain pretense falsehood therein might lie, Seek not to cast wild shadows o'er your scorn: You cannot sooner change than I can die. To tedious life I'll never fall, Thrown from thy dear, loved breast; He merits not to live at all Who cares to live unblest. CHORUS. Then let our flaming hearts be joined While in that sacred fire; Ere thou prove false, or I unkind, Together both expire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS |