I fear to love thee, Sweet, because Love's the ambassador of loss; White flake of childhood, clinging so To my soiled raiment, thy shy snow At tenderest touch will shrink and go. Love me not, delightful child. My heart, by many snares beguiled, Has grown timorous and wild. It would fear thee not at all, Wert thou not so harmless-small. Because thy arrows, not yet dire, Are still unbarbed with destined fire, I fear thee more than hadst thou stood Full-panoplied in womanhood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE WE PARTED IN SILENCE by JULIA CRAWFORD AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT by ALEXANDER POPE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 56. AL-WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD VICISSITUDES by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE BLESSED HANDS OF SLEEP by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO BEN JONSON; UPON OCCASION OF HIS ODE OF DEFIANCE ... by THOMAS CAREW |