Tears, flow no more! or if you needs must flow, Fall yet more slow, Do not the world invade. From smaller springs than yours rivers have grown, And they again a sea have made Brackish like you, and which like you hath flown. Ebb to my heart, and on the burning fires Of my desires Let your torrents fall. From smaller sparks than theirs such sparks arise As into flame converting all, This world might be but my love's sacrifice. Yet if, the tempests of my sighs so slow, You both must flow And my desires still burn, Since that in vain all help my love requires, Why may not yet their rages turn To dry those tears and to blow out those fires? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD THE KINGDOM OF GOD by FRANCIS THOMPSON THE WIDOW OF GLENCOE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PETITION OF A SCHOOLBOY TO HIS FATHER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD YOUR TREASURE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |