Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MADRIGAL: 1, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS Poet's Biography First Line: May we not love as others do Last Line: To love but you, to love but me. | ||||||||
May we not love as others do, Dearest, because we love, A mistress I, a husband you? Nay, our delights must prove Either the double or the part Of those who love with single heart. Sweet friend, I find not any wrong In your divided soul; Nor you, that mine should not belong Entire to one control. Let simple lovers if they will Contemn us, we outwit them still. For small and poor and cold indeed Is any heart that can Hold but the measure of the need, The joy, of any man. Both spare and prodigal were we, To love but you, to love but me. | Other Poems of Interest...THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A BROTHER OF THE BATTUTI by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A TUNE by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS A WHITE NIGHT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AFTER LOVE by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 1 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 2 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 3 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS AIRS FOR THE LUTE: 4 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS |
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