Be still, thou busy foolish thing, Nor urge me more of her to sing ''aWho [causfhd] all thy pain. Why wilt thou dwell upon a theme Which serves but to increase your [flame], ''aThat still must burn in vain? Thus to my heart I oft have said, But as the dear enchanting maid ''aHas seized my soul entire, My reason with my love combined Is grown to every danger blind, ''aAnd joins to fan the fire. Why pay we to the pow'rs above Our adoration and our love, ''aBut that they perfect are? Though mortals cannot perfect be, The nearest to perfection she, ''aThe next our love should share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF KAREN, THE DANCING CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LYMAN KING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |