FAREWELL, too fair, too chaste, but too, too cruel, Discretion never quenched fire with swords: Why hast thou made my heart thine anger's fuel, And now would kill my passions with thy words? This is proud beauty's true anatomy, If that's secure, severe in secrecy: Farewell, farewell. Farewell, too dear, and too too much desired, Unless compassion dwelt more near thy heart: Love by neglect, though constant, oft is tired, And forced from bliss unwillingly to part: This is proud beauty's true anatomy, If that's secure, severe in secrecy: Farewell, farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BEAUTIFUL LADY by SHEILA BARBOUR UNDER THE WHARF by IDA COLE BARTLATT STANZAS OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF H-- A-- by BERNARD BARTON MID-OCEAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |