WHEN Delia on the plain appears, Awed by a thousand tender fears, I would approach, but dare not move; -- Tell me, my heart, if this be love. Whene'er she speaks, my ravished ear No other voice than hers can hear; No other wit but hers approve; -- Tell me, my heart, if this be love. When she is absent, I no more Delight in all that pleased before, The clearest spring, the shadiest grove; -- Tell me, my heart, if this be love. When fond of power, of beauty vain, Her nets she spread for every swain, I strove to hate, but vainly strove; -- Tell me, my heart, if this be love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 7. THE IMPOSSIBILITY by PHILIP AYRES |