GIVE me back my heart, fair child; To you as yet 'twere worth but little, Half beguiler, half beguiled, Be you warned, your own is brittle: I know it by your reddening cheeks, I know it by those two black streaks Arching up your pearly brows In a momentary laughter, Stretched in long and dark repose With a sigh the moment after. "Hid it! dropt it on the moors! "Lost it and you cannot find it" -- My own heart I want, not yours: You have bound and must unbind it. Set it free then, from your net, We will love, sweet -- but not yet! Fling it from you; we are strong, Love is trouble, love is folly; Love, that makes an old heart young, Makes a young heart melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: WOMEN'S CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA by ALFRED TENNYSON ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT A MORNING PIECE; WRITTEN IN ABSENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HIS STORY by JOHN PHILIP BURKE MR. MOON: A SONG OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE by BLISS CARMAN THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MERCHANT'S TALE - EPILOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |