Give to imagination some pure light In human form to fix it, or you shame The devils with that hideous human game: -- Imagination urging appetite! Thus fallen have earth's greatest Gogmagogs, Who dazzle us, whom we can not revere: Imagination is the charioteer That, in default of better, drives the hogs. So, therefore, my dear Lady, let me love! My soul is arrowy to the light in you. You know me that I never can renew The bond that woman broke: what would you have? 'Tis Love, or Vileness! not a choice between, Save petrifaction! What does Pity here? She killed a thing, and now it's dead, 'tis dear. Oh, when you counsel me, think what you mean! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |