COME, my Sweet, whilst every strain Calls our souls into the ear, Where the greedy, listening fain Would turn into the sound they hear; Lest in desire To fill the quire Themselves they tie To harmony, Let's kiss and call them back again. Now let's orderly convey Our souls into each other's breast, Where interchangèd let them stay Slumbering in a melting rest; Then with new fire Let them retire, And still present Sweet fresh content, Youthful as the early day. Then let us a tumult make, Shuffling so our souls that we Careless who did give or take, May not know in whom they be; Then let each smother And stifle the other, Till we expire In gentle fire, Scorning the forgetful Lake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG |