I FAIR and Cruel, still in vain Must I adore, still, still persevere, Languish still, and still complain, And yet a med'cine for my fever Never, never must obtain? II Chloris, how are you to blame, To him that dies, to be so cruel Not to stay my falling frame, Since your fair eyes do dart the fuel That still nourishes my flame? III Shade those glories of thine eye, Or let their influence be milder, Beauty, and disdain destroy Alike, and make our passions wilder, Either let me live or die. IV I have lov'd thee (let me see; Lord, how long a time of loving!) Years no less than three times three, Still my flame and pain improving, Yet still paid with cruelty. V What more wouldst thou have of me? Surely I've serv'd a pretty season, And so prov'd my constancy, That methinks it is but reason Love or Death should set me free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 78. AL-BARR by EDWIN ARNOLD BACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE DEDICATION OF THE DESIGNS TO BLAIR'S GRAVE: TO THE QUEEN by WILLIAM BLAKE |