There is many a man like Bazile Borgne Would flee from a pattern called 'fate'; But the thing that they hate, Or the thing that they scorn Creeps closer at night, and stays until morn ... And death were a kinder mate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SILVER by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 8. DEPARTURE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A BIRD IN THE CITY by MATTHIAS BARR OVERTONES by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE SUFFERER by VINCENT BOURNE |