WHITE Innocence, that now lies spread Forsaken on thy widow'd bed, Cold and alone, if fear, love, hate, Or shame recall thy crimson mate From his dark mazes to reside With thee his chaste and maiden bride; That he may never backward flow, Congeal him in thy virgin snow. But if his own heat, with thy pair Of neighbouring suns and flaming hair, Thaw him into a new divorce; Lest to the heart he take his course, Oh lodge me there, where I'll defeat All future hope of his retreat, And force the fugitive to seek A constant station in thy cheek. So each shall have his proper place, I in your heart, he in your face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING RAIN ON A GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS UPON MY FATHERS SUDDEN & DANGEROUS SICKNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |