FAREWELL, too fair, too chaste, but too, too cruel, Discretion never quenched fire with swords: Why hast thou made my heart thine anger's fuel, And now would kill my passions with thy words? This is proud beauty's true anatomy, If that's secure, severe in secrecy: Farewell, farewell. Farewell, too dear, and too too much desired, Unless compassion dwelt more near thy heart: Love by neglect, though constant, oft is tired, And forced from bliss unwillingly to part: This is proud beauty's true anatomy, If that's secure, severe in secrecy: Farewell, farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 9 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BAREFOOT BOY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SPRING SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |