MIGHTY @3Love,@1 oh how dost Thou By not fighting, overthrow; Come, whilst Thou away art flying; Grant Petitions, by Denying; Burn Us, whilst Thou letst Us freize In our dull Aridities; Wound, yet never shoot a dart At the wounded bleeding Hart! For thy Wound I reigning finde In my sauciated Minde, Which is pierced deep by Thee 'Cause Thou hast not pierced Me. 'Cause my stony Hart I feel By thy Powers unwounded still. Woe is me whoe thus must by Want of Wounds, allwounded dy! Dy I must, yf thus I live; Life to Me no Life can give; Wounds & Death bought Life for Me, Wounds & Death my life must be: Wounds of present Love; not such As pierce deep, but never touch Death which liveth in @3Loves@1 Darts, Into Life to murder Harts; Wounds, & Death, which never from @3Absence's@1 cold spring did come. Gentle Love, oh neerer still, Neerer yet, that I may feel What thou art, by feeling Thee; Not by Contrarietie. Sure ten thousand Worlds could not Hire me from thy love: yet what Is this Glowing, but Desire? Which falls short of generous Fire: Thy dear Fire, which might to Thee Make an Holocaust of Me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 7 by PHILIP SIDNEY LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CLOUDS: THE OLD EDUCATION by ARISTOPHANES ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FIRST RHYMES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CORRELATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |