She did not love to love, but hated him For making her to love; and so her whim From passion taught misprision to begin. And all this sin Was because love to cast out had no skill Self, which was regent still. Her own self-will made void her own self's will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT THE FOLLY OF BEING COMFORTED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STOKLEWATH; OR, THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |