FOOL, take up thy shaft again; If thy store Thou profusely spend in vain, Who can furnish thee with more? Throw not then away thy darts On impenetrable hearts. Think not thy pale flame can warm Into tears, Or dissolve the snowy charm Which her frozen bosom wears, That expos'd, unmelted lies To the bright suns of her eyes. But since thou thy power hast lost, Nor canst fire Kindle in that breast, whose frost Doth these flames in mine inspire, Not to thee but her I'll sue, That disdains both me and you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE |