WHO'LL have the crumpled pieces of a heart? Let him take mine! Who'll give his whole of passion for a part, And call 't divine? Who'll have the soiled remainder of desire? Who'll warm his fingers at a burnt-out fire? Who'll drink the lees of love, and cast i' the mire The nobler wine? Let him come here, and kiss me on the mouth, And have his will! Love dead and dry as summer in the South When winds are still, And all the leafage shrivels in the heat! Let him come here and linger at my feet Till he grow weary with the over-sweet, And die, or kill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN EPITHALAMIUM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD AN EPISTLE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A FRAGMENT FOUND IN A LECTURE-ROOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |