WHY dost thou fly me thus? Oh cruel boy! I am no wolf that would thy life destroy: But a fond Nymph, admirer of thy face, As Echo once of fair Narcissus was. Thou e'en in dangers dost thy fancy please, Striving with toil the hunted game to seize: While wretched me, who languish for thy sake, When in thy net thou dost refuse to take. But I, alas, in vain attempt to find Effects of pity in a hard'ned mind: As soon the hare its hunters may pursue, As I with prayers thy cruel heart subdue. My pow'r, I see, cannot thy steps retain, Thus led by sports, and wing'd by thy disdain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL by WILLIAM BLAKE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE REBEL FAITH by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 27. DOMINIUS ILLUMINATO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |