FAINT Amorist! what, dost thou think To taste Love's honey, and not drink One dram of gall? or to devour A world of sweet, and taste no sour? Dost thou ever think to enter The Elysian fields, that dar'st not venture In Charon's barge? A lover's mind Must use to sail with every wind. He that loves, and fears to try, Learns his mistress to deny. Doth she chide thee? 'Tis to show it, That thy coldness makes her do it. Is she silent? Is she mute? Silence fully grants thy suit. Doth she pout and leave the room? Then she goes, to bid thee come. Is she sick? Why then, be sure She invites thee to the cure. Doth she cross thy suit with 'No'? Tush! She loves to hear thee woo. Doth she call the faith of man In question? Nay, she loves thee then. And if e'er she makes a blot. She's lost if that thou hitt'st her not. He that after ten denials Dares attempt no further trials, Hath no warrant to acquire The dainties of his chaste desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOREFATHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE RECONCILIATION by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL KENTUCKY BELLE by CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON |