WHITHER would my passion run, Shall I fly her, or pursue her? Losing her, I am undone; Yet would not gain her, to undo her. Ye tyrants of the human breast, Love and reason! cease your war, And order death to give me rest; So each will equal triumph share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE CHRIST IN FLANDERS by LUCY WHITMELL EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES THE SHADOWED ROAD by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE TROPHY GUNS by LEVI BISHOP |