WHAT shall I do to show how much I love her? How many millions of sighs can suffice? That which wins other hearts never can move her, Those common methods of love she'll despise. I will love more than man ever loved before me, Gaze on her all the day, melt all the night; Till, for her own sake, at last she'll implore me, To love her less to preserve our delight. Since Gods themselves could not ever be loving, Men must have breathing recruits for new joys: I wish my love could be always improving, Though eager love, more than sorrow, destroys. In fair Aurelia's arms leave me expiring, To be embalmed by the sweets of her breath; To the last moment I'll still be desiring: Never had hero so glorious a death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM [ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY 1796] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON COME UNTO ME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID P. BERENBERG MELANCHOLY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |