O DEAR! that I with thee might live, From human trace removed! Where jealous care might neither grieve, Yet each dote on their loved. While fond fear may colour find, love's seldom pleased; But much like a sick man's rest, it's soon diseased. Why should our minds not mingle so, When love and faith is plighted, That either might the other's know, Alike in all delighted? Why should frailty breed suspect, when hearts are fixed? Must all human joys of force with grief be mixed? How oft have we ev'n smiled in tears, Our fond mistrust repenting? As snow when heavenly fire appears, So melts love's hate relenting. Vexed kindness soon falls off and soon returneth: Such a flame the more you quench the more it burneth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 50. WILLOWWOOD (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH WRITTEN ON RETURNING TO THE P. OF I. ON 10 JANUARY 1827 by EMILY JANE BRONTE |