THOU shalt not me persuade This love of ours Can in a moment fade, Like summer flowers; That a swift word or two, In angry haste, Our heaven shall undo, Our hearts lay waste. For a poor flash of pride, A cold word spoken, Love shall not be denied, Or long troth broken. Yea; wilt thou not relent? Be mine the wrong, No more the argument, Dear love, prolong. The summer days go by, Cease that sweet rain, Those angry crystals dry, Be friends again. So short a time at best Is ours to play, Come, take me to thy breast -- Ah! that's the way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |