Love
Love's Draft
Love
The draft of love was cool and sweet
You gave me in the cup,
But, ah, love's fire is keen and fleet,
And I am burning up.
Unless the tears I shed for you
Shall quench this burning flame,
It will consume me through and through,
And leave but ash--a name.
Cite this poem
MLA
Dunbar, Paul Laurence. “Love's Draft.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/paul-laurence-dunbar/358/.
Chicago
Dunbar, Paul Laurence. “Love's Draft.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/paul-laurence-dunbar/358/.
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