How ill doth he deserve a Lovers name, Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat in spight of absence or disdain; But doth at once, like paper set on fire, Burn and expire; True love can never change his seat, Nor did he ever love, that could retreat. That noble flame, which my brest keeps alive, Shall still survive, When my soule 's fled; Nor shall my love dye, when my bodye 's dead, That shall wait on me to the lower shade, And never fade: My very ashes in their urn, Shall, like a hallowed Lamp, for ever burn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARELESS CONTENT by JOHN BYROM NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD A DREAM, AFTER READING DANTE'S EPISODE OF PAULO & FRANCESCA by JOHN KEATS THE GOOD SAMARITAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE PALACE OF OMARTES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |