FIE on this feigning, Is love without desire, Heat still remaining, And yet no spark of fire? Thou art untrue, nor wert with fancy moved, For desire hath power on all that ever loved. Shew some relenting, Or grant thou dost now love: Two hearts consenting Shall they no comforts prove? Yield, or confess that love is without pleasure, And that women's bounties rob men of their treasure. Truth is not placed In words and forced smiles; Love is not graced With that which still beguiles: Love or dislike, yield fire, or give no fuel; So mayst thou prove kind, or, at the least, less cruel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |