CHASTE Cynthia bids me love, but hope no more, Ne'er with enjoyment, -- which I still have strove T' obey, and ev'ry looser thought reprove; Without desiring her, I her adore. What human passion does with tears implore, The intellect enjoys, when 'tis in love With the eternal soul, which here does move In mortal closet, where 'tis kept in store. Our souls are in one mutual knot combin'd, Not common passion, dull and unrefin'd; Our flame ascends, that smothers here below: The body made of earth, turns to the same, As Soul t' Eternity, from whence it came; My Love's immortal then, and mistress too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL ELEGY: THE LAMENT OF EDWARD BLASTOCK; FOR RICHARD ROWLEY by EDITH SITWELL |