English Poetry. Henry Kirke White. To Love. Генри Керк Уайт.

Henry Kirke White (Генри Керк Уайт)

To Love

Why should I blush to own I love?
'Tis Love that rules the realms above.
Why should I blush to say to all,
That Virtue holds my heart in thrall?

Why should I seek the thickest shade,
Lest Love's dear secret be betray'd?
Why the stern brow deceitful move,
When I am languishing with love?

Is it weakness thus to dwell
On passion that I dare not tell?
Such weakness I would ever prove;
'Tis painful, though 'tis sweet to love.

Henry Kirke White’s other poems:

1. Christmas Day
2. Lines on Reading the Poems of Wharton
3. Oft in Sorrow, Oft in Woe
4. A Pastoral Song
5. The Star of Bethlehem

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (Джон Уилмот, граф Рочестер) To Love (“O Love! how cold and slow to take my Part?”)

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