WHY dost thou say thou lov'st me now, And yet proclaim it is too late, When bound by folly, or by Fate, Thou can'st no further grace allow? Repeat no more that killing voice, Thou beauteous Victrice of my heart; Or find a way to ease my smart, Maugre thy now repented choice. 'Tis not too late to love, and do What Love and Nature prompt thee to, Whilst thus thou triumph'st in thy prime, Thou may'st discreetly love, and use Those pleasures thou did'st once refuse: But to profess it were a crime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD PSALM 17. EXAUDI DOMINE JUSTITIAM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |