Fly to her heart, hover about her heart, With dainty kisses mollify her heart: Pierce with thy arrows her obdurate heart, With sweet allurements ever move her heart. At midday and at midnight touch her heart, Be lurking closely, nestle about her heart: With power, (thou art a god) command her heart, Kindle thy coals of love about her heart, Yea even into thy self transform her heart. Ah she must love, be sure thou have her heart, And I must die, if thou have not her heart. Thy bed (if thou rest well) must be her heart: He hath the best part sure that hath the heart: What have I not, if I have but her heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OUTIDANA: A DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |