FOOL, take up thy shaft again; If thy store Thou profusely spend in vain, Who can furnish thee with more? Throw not then away thy darts On impenetrable hearts. Think not thy pale flame can warm Into tears, Or dissolve the snowy charm Which her frozen bosom wears, That expos'd, unmelted lies To the bright suns of her eyes. But since thou thy power hast lost, Nor canst fire Kindle in that breast, whose frost Doth these flames in mine inspire, Not to thee but her I'll sue, That disdains both me and you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KILLED IN ACTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SHIPMAN'S TALE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |