Alexander Brome (Александр Бром)
The Hard Heart
1. STill so hard-hearted? what may be The sin thou hast committed? That now the angry Deity Has to a Rock congealed thee, And thus thy hardness fitted? To make one act both sin and curse, And plague thy hardness with a worse. 2. Till thee there never was but one Was to a Rock translated, Poor Niobe that weeping stone: She ever did, thou ne're dost moan, Nor is thy scorn abated. The tears I send to thee are grown Of that same nature, and turn stone. 3. Yet I, dear Rock, must worship thee, Love works this superstition, And justifies the Idolatry That's shown to such a stone as thee, Where it fore-runs fruition. Thou'rt so magnetick, that I can No more leave thee, than to be Man. 4. But thou, I warrant thee, dost suppose This new design will slay me, And r•vel out my life with woes Till death, at last, mine eyes shall close; Then in thy breast thou'lt lay me, That all may read, lo here I lye T〈…〉b'd in thy heart, slain by thine eye. 5. But I, I vow, will be more wise, And love with such discretion; When I read coyness in thy eyes, I'll robe mine with like cruelties, And kill with prepossession. Then I'll turn stone, and so will be An endless monument to thee.
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