OH! forbear to bid me slight her, Soul and senses take her part; Could my death itself delight her, Life should leap to leave my heart. Strong, though soft, a lover's chain, Charm'd with woe, and pleas'd with pain. Though the tender flame were dying, Love would light it at her eyes; Or, her tuneful voice applying, Through my ear my soul surprise. Deaf, I see the fate I shun; Blind, I hear I am undone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 5. ETERNAL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ON SEEING AN OLD POET IN THE CAFE ROYAL by JOHN BETJEMAN TO A MISSIONARY, WHO ATTENDED ... MEETING OF BIBLE SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |