Ah, urged too late! from beauty's bondage free, Why did I trust my liberty with thee? And thou, why didst thou, with inhuman heart, If not resolved to take, seduce my heart? Yes, yes, you said, for lovers' eyes speak true; You must have seen how fast my passion grew: And, when your glances chanced on me to shine, How my fond soul ecstatic sprung to thine! But mark me, fair one -- what I now declare, Thy deep attention claims and serious care: It is no common passion fires my breast; I must be wretched or I must be blest! My woes all other remedy deny; Or, pitying, give me hope, or bid me die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1718 by JONATHAN SWIFT A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD PRAIRIE VOICES by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN NIMROD WARS WITH THE ANGELS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE BLUDE RED ROSE AT YULE by ROBERT BURNS |