MIGHTY @3Love,@1 oh how dost Thou By not fighting, overthrow; Come, whilst Thou away art flying; Grant Petitions, by Denying; Burn Us, whilst Thou letst Us freize In our dull Aridities; Wound, yet never shoot a dart At the wounded bleeding Hart! For thy Wound I reigning finde In my sauciated Minde, Which is pierced deep by Thee 'Cause Thou hast not pierced Me. 'Cause my stony Hart I feel By thy Powers unwounded still. Woe is me whoe thus must by Want of Wounds, allwounded dy! Dy I must, yf thus I live; Life to Me no Life can give; Wounds & Death bought Life for Me, Wounds & Death my life must be: Wounds of present Love; not such As pierce deep, but never touch Death which liveth in @3Loves@1 Darts, Into Life to murder Harts; Wounds, & Death, which never from @3Absence's@1 cold spring did come. Gentle Love, oh neerer still, Neerer yet, that I may feel What thou art, by feeling Thee; Not by Contrarietie. Sure ten thousand Worlds could not Hire me from thy love: yet what Is this Glowing, but Desire? Which falls short of generous Fire: Thy dear Fire, which might to Thee Make an Holocaust of Me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEGGAR'S OPERA: SONG. AIR 16: OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY by JOHN GAY AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS by OSCAR WILDE THE DOLLS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD INTIMATE VISION by JOSEPHINE BATES AMBITION AND GLORY by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |