WHILST I am scorched with hot desire, In vain cold friendship you return; Your drops of pity on my fire Alas! but make it fiercer burn. Ah! would you have the flame suppressed, That kills the heart it heats too fast, Take half my passion to your breast; The rest in mine shall ever last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |