Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge If, while my passion I impart, You deem my words untrue, O place your hand upon my heart-- Feel how it throbs for you! Ah no! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover! That thrilling touch would aid the flame It wishes to discover. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments