The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at…
““The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long; I must prepare my body for passion.' 'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.' 'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene: A bleeding nymph to leave me serene... I have dreams of a trembling wench.' 'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.' 'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared; As our longing for love can never be cured. Our want is our way and our way is our will, We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.' 'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill... This love, our love, that no one can kill.' Yet want is my way, and my way is my will, Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The speaker expresses intense, conflicting desire and fatalistic love, culminating in self‑destructive act to end passion
In simple terms: Passion leads to self‑destruction when unchecked
Key Takeaway
Beware of letting desire dominate actions
Themes
love
desire
self‑destruction
Mood
dramatic
tragic
Type
poem
dramatic monologue
When to use this quote
- creative writing
- psychological analysis
- relationship counseling
Key Concepts
obsession
fatalism
poetic tragedy
Questions to Reflect On
- What drives the speaker to kill their lover?
- How can love be expressed without self‑harm?
A Different Perspective
Passion can become harmful without balance