WHO'LL have the crumpled pieces of a heart? Let him take mine! Who'll give his whole of passion for a part, And call 't divine? Who'll have the soiled remainder of desire? Who'll warm his fingers at a burnt-out fire? Who'll drink the lees of love, and cast i' the mire The nobler wine? Let him come here, and kiss me on the mouth, And have his will! Love dead and dry as summer in the South When winds are still, And all the leafage shrivels in the heat! Let him come here and linger at my feet Till he grow weary with the over-sweet, And die, or kill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 26. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES AUTUMN by JESSIE ALBERT BARNEY MORGIANA DANCES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |