My love is like unto th' eternal fire, And I as those which therein do remain, Whose grievous pains is but their great desire To see the sight which they may not attain. So in hell's heat myself I feel to be, That am restrained by great extremity The sight of her which is so dear to me. O puissant love and power of great avail, By whom hell may be felt or death assail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MYSTERIOUS CAT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD |