THOU shalt not me persuade This love of ours Can in a moment fade, Like summer flowers; That a swift word or two, In angry haste, Our heaven shall undo, Our hearts lay waste. For a poor flash of pride, A cold word spoken, Love shall not be denied, Or long troth broken. Yea; wilt thou not relent? Be mine the wrong, No more the argument, Dear love, prolong. The summer days go by, Cease that sweet rain, Those angry crystals dry, Be friends again. So short a time at best Is ours to play, Come, take me to thy breast -- Ah! that's the way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WELCOME by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS BEAUTY ROHTRAUT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE ZION, OR THE CITY OF GOD by JOHN NEWTON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |