WHITE Innocence, that now lies spread Forsaken on thy widow'd bed, Cold and alone, if fear, love, hate, Or shame recall thy crimson mate From his dark mazes to reside With thee his chaste and maiden bride; That he may never backward flow, Congeal him in thy virgin snow. But if his own heat, with thy pair Of neighbouring suns and flaming hair, Thaw him into a new divorce; Lest to the heart he take his course, Oh lodge me there, where I'll defeat All future hope of his retreat, And force the fugitive to seek A constant station in thy cheek. So each shall have his proper place, I in your heart, he in your face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STALKING LEMURS by KAREN SWENSON TO JOHN KEATS, POET, AT SPRING TIME by COUNTEE CULLEN EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN by PHILIP FRENEAU CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER by THOMAS MOORE |