GO, young man, let my heart alone: 'Twill be a prisoner unto none; Nor will I Cupid's shackles wear, Since lovers' laws are so severe: Love is my slave, while I despise; But once content, he'll tyrannize. 'Tis only beauty you admire, And that's the object of desire, Which by degrees burns to a flame, And hence Love first received its name. Then, young man, give me leave to doubt— Since Love's a fire, and fires will out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |