SINCE, cruel Thyrsis, you my torments slight, And take no notice of my amorous flame, In these vermilion letters thus I write My bloody reasons to confirm the same. These of my passion are the lively marks, Which from my veins you here in blood see writ, Touch them, your breast will kindle with the sparks, The ardent characters are reeking yet. Nor can my pen alone my heart explain, My very soul o'ercharg'd with grief, I fain Would send enclos'd herein, the truth to prove. And if I've been too sparing of my blood, This is the reason why I stopp'd the flood, I would not spoil the face I'd have you love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 18. TO THE HON. FRANCIS EARL OF HUNTINGDON by MARK AKENSIDE AT HAWTHORNE'S GRAVE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES DIGNITY OF LABOR by LEVI BISHOP THE GATES OF PARADISE; FOR CHILDREN by WILLIAM BLAKE |