NAY, snatch me not from the brands Where Demophoön like I lie, Till for thee the god shall be born, For thee the woman shall die. Laid here by immortal hands I endure the fiery ruth To bring thee ambrosial balm, To win thee perpetual youth. Then leave me among the brands Till their red strength enter me, And out of the heart of the flame I will come as a god to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ARABIA by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ON MAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DECEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER THE SABBATH LAMP by GRACE AGUILAR THE INVITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MISS MILLY O'NAIRE by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER A LARGE EVENING AT THE CLUB (AS IT WAS ONCE) by BERTON BRALEY |