1. I held Love's head while it did ake; But so it chanc't to be; The cruell paine did his forsake, And forthwith came to me. 2. Ai me! How shal my griefe be stil'd? Or where else shall we find One like to me, who must be kill'd For being too-too-kind? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOGGIN' ERLONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BROTHER BENEDICT by ALFRED AUSTIN THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN RELEASE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |