SYLVIA. LEAVE me, simple shepherd, leave me; Drag no more a hopeless chain: I cannot like, nor would deceive thee; Love the maid that loves again. CORIN. Tho' more gentle nymphs surround me, Kindly pitying what I feel, Only you have power to wound me; SYLVIA, only you can heal. SYLVIA. CORIN, cease this idle teazing; Love that's forc'd is harsh and sour: If the lover be displeasing, To persist disgusts the more. CORIN. 'Tis in vain, in vain to fly me, SYLVIA, I will still pursue; Twenty thousand times deny me, I will kneel and weep anew. SYLVIA. CUPID ne'er shall make me languish, I was born averse to love; Lovers' sighs, and tears, and anguish, Mirth and pastime to me prove. CORIN. Still I vow with patient duty Thus to meet your proudest scorn; You for unrelenting beauty, I for constant love was born. But the fates had not consented, Since they both did fickle prove; Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd_of his love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN RODNEY'S RIDE [JULY 3, 1776] by ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER IN TENEBRIS: 2 by THOMAS HARDY DRESSING THE BRIDE (A FRAGMENT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |