Ah Dangerous Swain, tell me no more, The Happy Nymph you Worship and Adore; When thy fill'd Eyes are sparkling at her Name, I raving wish that mine had caus'd the Flame. If by your fire to her you can impart Diffusive heat to warm another's heart: Ah dangerous Swain, what wou'd the ruine be, Shou'd you but once persuade you burn for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |