LOVE NOT TOO MUCH
by: Bernard Gilbert
- AVE
you too greatly loved?
- Sister, take warning!
- Once let your soul be moved,
- Sable your mourning;
- If he be satiate,
- Then an ingratiate,
- Waiteth the dawning.
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- Shew not the passion
- That stirs in your veins,
- Far more alluring
- To handle the reins,
- His love ensuring. . . .
- In masculine fashion
- If certain--he wanes.
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- He the pursuer
- Must ever press on,
- Passionate wooer
- Whilst you are a stone;
- Shew but a touch,
- Yet never too much
- And the battle is won.
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- Man is a monster
- Made to be stroked,
- Close then your arms
- Cover your charms;
- Great the enticement
- Of beauties when hidden,
- Of passion well cloaked.
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- Crazed, he shall plead,
- For what you yield gladly,
- Fiercer his greed,
- For what you give madly;
- You may have measure
- And still hold your treasure. . . .
- Sister, take heed!
"Love Not Too Much" is
reprinted from Rebel Verses. Bernard Gilbert. Oxford:
B.H. Blackwell, 1918. |
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