I @3Celia@1, that I once was blest Is now the Torment of my Brest; Since to curse me, you bereave me Of the Pleasures I possest: Cruel Creature, to deceive me! First to love, and then to leave me. II Had you the Bliss refus'd to grant, Then I had never known the want: But possessing once the Blessing, Is the Cause of my Complaint: Once possessing is but tasting; 'Tis no Bliss that is not lasting. III @3Celia@1 now is mine no more; But I am hers and must adore: Nor to leave her will endeavour; Charms, that captiv'd me before, No Unkindness can dissever; Love that's true, is Love for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A GLORY GONE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT VISION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MR. SLUDGE, THE MEDIUM by ROBERT BROWNING |