GO! cruel tyrant of the human breast! <br />To other hearts thy burning arrows bear; <br />Go, where fond hope, and fair illusion rest; <br />Ah! why should love inhabit with despair! <br />Like the poor maniac I linger here, <br />Still haunt the scene where all my treasure lies; <br />Still seek for flowers where only thorns appear, <br />'And drink delicious poison from her eyes!' <br />Tow'rds the deep gulf that opens on my sight <br />I hurry forward, Passion's helpless slave! <br />And scorning Reason's mild and sober light, <br />Pursue the path that leads me to the grave! <br />So round the flame the giddy insect flies, <br />And courts the fatal fire by which it dies!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxi-supposed-to-written-by-werter/
