Fear not, dear love, that I'll reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal; No eye shall see, nor yet the sun Descry, what thou and I have done. No ear shall hear our love, but we Silent as the night will be. The God of Love himself (whose dart Did first wound mine, and then thy heart) Shall never know that we can tell What sweets in stol'n embraces dwell. This only means may find it out: If when I die, physicians doubt What caused my death, and, there to view Of all their judgements which was true, Rip up my heart. Oh then I fear The world will see thy picture there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE THEY PRAISE THE SUN by JOHN CROWE RANSOM DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SUMMER SHIRT SALE by CARL SANDBURG SONNET: 48 by GEORGE SANTAYANA YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA BEFORE THE FLOWERS OF FRIENDSHIP FADED FADED: 21 by GERTRUDE STEIN |