Is it, O love, thy want of eyes, Or by the Fates decreed, That hearts so seldom sympathise, Or for each other bleed! If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts One amorous shaft obey; 'Twould save thee the expense of darts, And more extend thy sway. Forbear, alas! thus to destroy Thyself, thy growing power; For that which would be stretched by joy, Despair will soon devour. Ah! wound then my relentless fair, For thy own sake and mine; That boundless bliss may be my share, And double glory thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER DOST THOU ASK? by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD MIRACLES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |