Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO ONE WITH A SPRING NOSEGAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CHILD-PLAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A POEM FOR CHILDREN. ON CRUELTY TO THE IRRATIONAL CREATION by JANE CAVE |