Against Fruition

No; thou’rt a fool, I’ll swear, if e’er thou grant;

Much of my veneration thou must want,

When once thy kindness puts my ignorance out,

For a learn’d age is always least devout.

Keep still thy distance; for at once to me

Goddess and woman too thou canst not be;

Thou’rt queen of all that sees thee, and as such

Must neither tyrannize nor yield too much;

Such freedom give as may admit command,

But keep the forts and magazines in thine hand.

Thou’rt yet a whole world to me, and dost fill

My large ambition; but ’tis dang’rous still,

Lest I like the Pellæan prince* should be,

And weep for other worlds, having conquered thee.

When Love has taken all thou hast away,

His strength by too much riches will decay.

Thou in my fancy dost much higher stand

Than women can be placed by Nature’s hand;

And I must needs, I’m sure, a loser be,

To change thee, as thou’rt there, for very thee.

Thy sweetness is so much within me placed,

That shouldst thou nectar give, ‘twould spoil the taste.

Beauty at first moves wonder and delight;

‘Tis Nature’s juggling trick to cheat the sight;

We admire it, whilst unknown, but after more

Admire ourselves for liking it before.

Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,

Does overgorge himself with his own prey;

Of very hopes a surfeit he’ll sustain

Unless by fears he cast them up again:

His spirit and sweetness dangers keep alone;

If once he lose his sting, he grows a drone.

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Poems in English 

• When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Visor’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To You. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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