MORE love or more disdain I crave; Sweet, be not still indifferent: O send me quickly to my grave, Or else afford me more content! Or love or hate me more or less, For love abhors all lukewarmness. Give me a tempest if 'twill drive Me to the place where I would be; Or if you'll have me still alive, Confess you will be kind to me. Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave: More love or more disdain I crave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY'S SINGING DAY by ROBERT FROST THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE POET'S SONG FOR HIS WIFE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT HOPE AND FEAR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |