On Imagining A Friend Had Treated The Author With Indifference. Poem by Mary Barber

On Imagining A Friend Had Treated The Author With Indifference.

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Go, Jealousy, Tormentress dire;
On Lovers only seize:
In Love, like Winds, you fan the Fire,
And make it higher blaze.

But Friendship's calmer, purer Joy
Thou dost not heighten, but destroy.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,friendship,jealousy,joy
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