ADIEU, fond love, farewell you wanton powers! I am free again. Thou dull disease of blood and idle hours, Bewitching pain, Fly to fools, that sigh away their time, My nobler love to heaven doth climb, And there behold beauty still young, That time can ne'er corrupt, nor death destroy, Immortal sweetness by fair angels sung, And honoured by eternity and joy: There lies my love, thither my hopes aspire, Fond love declines, this heavenly love grows higher. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE CHRISTMAS CAROL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN EARLIEST SPRING by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS |