Again, Thou witty Cruel Wanton, now again, Through ev'ry Vein, Hurl all your lightning, and strike ev'ry Dart. Again, Before I feel this pleasing, pleasing pain, I have no Heart, Nor can I live but sweetly murder'd with So dear, so dear a smart. Then fly, And kindle all your Torches at her Eye, To make me Dye Her Martyr, and put on my Robe of Flame : So I Advanced on my blazing Wings on high, In Death became Enthron'd a Star, and Ornament unto Her glorious, glorious name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON THE MORAL FABLES: THE COCK AND THE FOX by AESOP THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP THE FIRST GRAY HAIR by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY THE CHANCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |