Ai me! I love, give him your hand to kisse Who both your wooer, and your Poet is. Nature has pre-compos'd us both to Love; Your part's to grant; my Scean must be to move. Deare, can you like, and liking love your Poet? If you say (I) Blush-guiltinesse will shew it. Mine eyes must wooe you; (though I sigh the while) True Love is tonguelesse as a Crocodile. And you may find in Love these differing Parts; Wooers have Tongues of Ice, but burning hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE AN EASTER OFFERING by NANCY A. BASTON LOVE IN THE DAWN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO ROBERT SOUTHEY by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. NEARER THAN EVER NOW by EDWARD CARPENTER |