NAY, snatch me not from the brands Where Demophoön like I lie, Till for thee the god shall be born, For thee the woman shall die. Laid here by immortal hands I endure the fiery ruth To bring thee ambrosial balm, To win thee perpetual youth. Then leave me among the brands Till their red strength enter me, And out of the heart of the flame I will come as a god to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON ON THE RHINE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 2. ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE, 1740 by MARK AKENSIDE |