WHY dost thou say thou lov'st me now, And yet proclaim it is too late, When bound by folly, or by Fate, Thou can'st no further grace allow? Repeat no more that killing voice, Thou beauteous Victrice of my heart; Or find a way to ease my smart, Maugre thy now repented choice. 'Tis not too late to love, and do What Love and Nature prompt thee to, Whilst thus thou triumph'st in thy prime, Thou may'st discreetly love, and use Those pleasures thou did'st once refuse: But to profess it were a crime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMAN, GALLUP, N.M. by KAREN SWENSON PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WHITE FIELDS by JAMES STEPHENS STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE WANDERER by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 89. THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |