Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee, When the ev'ning beams are set? Shall I not excluded be? Will you find no fained let? Let me not, for pity, more, Tell the long hours at your door. Who can tell what thief or foe, In the covert of the night, For his prey, will work my woe, Or through wicked foul despite: So may I die unredress'd, Ere my long love be possess'd. But to let such dangers pass, Which a lover's thoughts disdain, 'Tis enough in such a place To attend love's joys in vain. Do not mock me in thy bed, While these cold nights freeze me dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES TO WISDOM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DIFFERENCE by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI THY DREAMS ARE THE DEEDS OF MEN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PROLOGUE FOR THE SILVERDALE VILLAGE PLAYERS: EASTER 1922 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |