Fire, fire, fire, fire! Lo here I burn in such desire That all the tears that I can strain Out of mine idly empty brain Cannot allay my scorching pain. Come Trent, and Humber, and fair Thames, Drear Ocean, haste with all thy streams; And, if you cannot quench my fire, O drown both me and my desire. Fire, fire, fire, fire! There is no hell to my desire: See, all the Rivers backward fly, And the Ocean doth his waves deny, For fear my heat should drink them dry. Come, heavenly showers, then, pouring down; Came, you that once the world did drown: Some then you spared, but now save all, That else must burn, and with me fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) THE STOLEN CHILD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |