TAKE my heart, Lady, take my heart -- Take it, for it is yours, my sweet, So yours it is, that 'twere not meet Another shared its slightest part. So, yours, if yours it pine and die, Then yours, all yours, shall be the blame, And there below, your soul in shame Shall rue such bitter cruelty. Were you a savage Scythian's child, Yet love, that turns the tigers mild, Would melt you at my sighing. But you, more cruel-fierce than they, Have set your will my heart to slay, And live but through my dying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRA LIPPO LIPPI by ROBERT BROWNING THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NEW VERMONT NAMES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY GREATER REVOLUTION by EDWARD RALPH CHEYNEY |