Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 37, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If she forsake me, I must die Last Line: Then come, death, and end my pain! Subject(s): Love – Unrequited | ||||||||
IF she forsake me, I must die: Shall I tell her so? Alas, then straight she will reply, 'No, no, no, no, no!' If I disclose my desperate state, She will but make sport thereat, And more unrelenting grow. What heart can long such pains abide? Fie upon this love! I would venture far and wide, If it would remove. But Love will still my steps pursue, I cannot his ways eschew: Thus still helpless hopes I prove. I do my love in lines commend, But, alas, in vain; The costly gifts, that I do send, She returns again: Thus still is my despair procured, And her malice more assured: Then come, Death, and end my pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA PALMA by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA BEAUTY SHOPPE by MARILYN NELSON EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES TO BE CHEERFUL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 25 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 33 by THOMAS CAMPION SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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