COME when I call, or tarry till I come: If you be deaf, I must prove dumb: If thy desire ever knew the grief of delay, No danger could stand in thy way. What need we languish? can love quickly fly? Fear ever hurts more than jealousy. Then securely envy scorning, Let us end with joy our mourning, Jealousy still defy, And love, till we die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SECRET COMBINATION by ELLIS PARKER BUTLER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A LANCASHIRE MILL-HAND by EDWARD CARPENTER IN PRAISE OF HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY ARGAN MOR by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS MENDICANTS by M. E. H. EVERETTE |