Desire, alas, my master and my foe, So sore altered thyself, how mayst thou see? Sometime I sought that drives me to and fro; Sometime thou leddst that leddeth thee and me. What reason is to rule thy subjects so By forced law and mutability? For where by thee I doubted to have blame, Even now by hate again I doubt the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 27. HEART'S COMPASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE FLORIDA ORANGE by W. C. BAUGH |