Dear, urge no more that killing cause Of our divorce; Love is not fetter'd by such laws, Nor bows to any force: Though thou deniest I should be thine, Yet say not thou deserv'st not to be mine. Oh rather frown away my breath With thy disdain, Or flatter me with smiles to death; By joy or sorrow slain, 'Tis lesse crime to be kill'd by thee, Then I thus cause of mine own death should be. Thy self of beauty to devest And me of love, Or from the worth of thine own breast Thus to detract, would prove In us a blindnesse, and in thee At best a sacrilegious modestie. But (Celia) if thou wilt despise What all admire, Nor rate thy self at the just price Of beauty or desire, Yet meet my flames and thou shalt see That equal love knows no disparity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON TO THINK OF TIME by WALT WHITMAN |