Anna Wickham’s “Warning” is a sharp, urgent caution about love’s overwhelming force. The soul, she says, will be drowned in a flood of mounting blood — an image of physical desire and emotion rising until they threaten to erase inner stability and self-control. The speaker feels that love is not gentle here, but dangerous, even life-threatening to the spirit. Still, she does not reject love entirely. She urges us to be strong enough to resist it, except at his feast. That phrase suggests that love may be accepted only on its own terms: in moments of celebration, mutual joy, or perhaps sacred union. The mood is tense, almost breathless, like a single warning spoken before a fall. It leaves a first-time reader feeling that desire is powerful, perhaps beautiful, but never safe when it is not invited.
Warning — Summary
The soul shall be drowned in the flood Of mounting blood. Be strong at least To resist Love, Except at his feast.