THOU cruel Fair, I go To seek out any Fate but thee, Since there is none can wound me so, Nor that has half thy cruelty; Thou cruel Fair, I go. For ever, then, farewell, 'Tis a long leave I take, but oh! To tarry with thee here is Hell, And twenty thousand Hells to go, For ever, though, farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LIGHT WITH YOURS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE ELF CHILD by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |