Representative Poetry Online
On this day: November 24th
Random Poem of the Day
1I wonder what those lovers mean, who say
2 They have giv'n their hearts away.
3 Some good kind lover tell me how;
4For mine is but a torment to me now.
5 If so it be one place both hearts contain,
6 For what do they complain?
7 What courtesy can Love do more,
8Than to join hearts that parted were before?
9 Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
10 Into the self-same room;
11 'Twill tear and blow up all within,
13 Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts,
14 Of both our broken hearts:
15 Shall out of both one new one make,
17 For of her heart he from the flames will find
18 But little left behind:
19 Mine only will remain entire;
20No dross was there, to perish in the fire.