Come, gentle God of soft desire, Come and possess my happy breast, Not fury-like in flames and fire, Or frantic folly's wildness drest; But come in friendship's angel-guise; Yet dearer thou than friendship art, More tender spirit in thy eyes, More sweet emotions at thy heart. O, come with goodness in thy train, With peace and pleasure void of storm; And wouldst thou me for ever gain, Put on Amanda's winning form. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OVERNIGHT, A ROSE by CAROLINE GILTINAN THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONG, BY -- by JAMES HAY BEATTIE THE FIRST SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |