YOU, madam, may with safety go, Decrees of destiny to know; For at your birth kind planets reigned, And certain happiness ordained: Such charms as yours are only given To chosen favourites of heaven. But, such is my uncertain state, 'Tis dangerous to try my fate; For I would only know from art The future motions of your heart, And what predestinated doom Attends my love for years to come; No secrets else, that mortals learn, My cares deserve, or life concern; But this will so important be, I dread to search the dark decree; For, while the smallest hope remains, Faint joys are mingled with my pains; Vain distant views my fancy please, And give some intermitting ease: But should the stars too plainly show That you have doomed my endless woe, No human force, or art, could bear The torment of my wild despair. This secret then I dare not know, And other truths are useless now. What matters, if unblest in love, How long or short my life will prove! To gratify what low desire, Should I with needless haste inquire, How great, how wealthy, I shall be? Oh! what is wealth or power to me! If I am happy, or undone, It must proceed from you alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |