Divine destroyer, pity me no more, Or else more pity me; Give me more love, ah, quickly give me more, Or else more cruelty! For left thus as I am, My heart is ice and flame; And languishing thus I Can neither live nor die! Your glories are eclipsed, and hidden in the grave Of this indifferency; And, Celia, you can neither altars have, Nor I a deity: They are aspects divine That still or smile or shine, Or like th' offended sky Frown death immediately. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS FAUST: SCENE 1. PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES EXTEMPORE ON BEING SHOWN SHOE BUCKLES WORN BY DAVID GARRICK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ALONG SHORE by HERBERT BASHFORD THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: AGLAIA. A PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 15 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |