Patience, though I have not The thing that I require, I must of force, God wot, Forbear my most desire; For no ways can I find To sail against the wind. Patience, do what they will To work me woe or spite, I shall content me still To think both day and night, To think and hold my peace, Since there is no redress. Patience, withouten blame For I offended naught; I know they know the same, Though they have changed their thought. Was ever thought so moved To hate that it hath loved? Patience of all my harm, For fortune is my foe; Patience must be the charm To heal me of my woe; Patience without offense Is a painful patience. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING DAY: TO PENELOPE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MARRIAGE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IMITATIONS OF HORACE: ODE IV, 1 by ALEXANDER POPE HALSTED STREET CAR by CARL SANDBURG |