OH! forbear to bid me slight her, Soul and senses take her part; Could my death itself delight her, Life should leap to leave my heart. Strong, though soft, a lover's chain, Charm'd with woe, and pleas'd with pain. Though the tender flame were dying, Love would light it at her eyes; Or, her tuneful voice applying, Through my ear my soul surprise. Deaf, I see the fate I shun; Blind, I hear I am undone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES |