I @3Celia@1, that I once was blest Is now the Torment of my Brest; Since to curse me, you bereave me Of the Pleasures I possest: Cruel Creature, to deceive me! First to love, and then to leave me. II Had you the Bliss refus'd to grant, Then I had never known the want: But possessing once the Blessing, Is the Cause of my Complaint: Once possessing is but tasting; 'Tis no Bliss that is not lasting. III @3Celia@1 now is mine no more; But I am hers and must adore: Nor to leave her will endeavour; Charms, that captiv'd me before, No Unkindness can dissever; Love that's true, is Love for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE ANGELS OF BUENA VISTA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE DAYS OF '84 by RANDOLPH BEDFORD |