No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe: Although with cruel fire First thrown on my desire She sacks my rendered sprite: For so fair a flame embraces All the places Where that heat of all heats springeth That it bringeth To my dying heart some pleasure, Since his treasure Burneth bright in fairest light: no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe; Although with cruel fire First thrown on my desire She sacks my rendered sprite: Since our lives be not immortal, But to mortal Fetters tied, do wait the hour Of death's power, They have no cause to be sorry Who with glory End the way where all men stay: no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe; Although with cruel fire First thrown on my desire She sacks my rendered sprite: No man doubts, whom beauty killeth, Fair death feeleth; And in whom fair death proceedeth, Glory breedeth; So that I, in her beams dying, Glory trying, Though in pain, cannot complain: no, no, no, no. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON VICKSBURG by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS |