Again, Thou witty Cruel Wanton, now again, Through ev'ry Vein, Hurl all your lightning, and strike ev'ry Dart. Again, Before I feel this pleasing, pleasing pain, I have no Heart, Nor can I live but sweetly murder'd with So dear, so dear a smart. Then fly, And kindle all your Torches at her Eye, To make me Dye Her Martyr, and put on my Robe of Flame : So I Advanced on my blazing Wings on high, In Death became Enthron'd a Star, and Ornament unto Her glorious, glorious name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS FAREWELL TO MALTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OWL by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |