Name the Poet

[arisbe]

Sweet steel! Come forth from out your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!

I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last—my only friend!

Give up?

Comments

[lilburne.livejournal.com]

I knew he was subject to melancholy, but I didn't know it was this bad.