SINCE thou hast view'd some Gorgon, and art grown A solid stone: To bring again to softness thy hard heart Is past my art. Ice may relent to water in a thaw; But stone made flesh Loves Chymistry ne're saw. Therefore by thinking on thy hardness, I Will petrify; And so within our double Quarryes Wombe, Dig our Loves Tombe. Thus strangely will our difference agree; And, with our selves, amaze the world, to see How both Revenge and Sympathy consent To make two Rocks each others Monument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL THE SICKNESS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 5. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON |