In days to come I'll see you standing there So coldly calm! A look within your eyes As one will gaze when wakened by a stare Of concentration. Anger and surprise, And rather more of wounded pride behind Those heavy lidded orbs of strength and light That read my heart and sought to probe my mind. Ah, vain pursuit! When reason seeks the right Of choice, and choosing takes the pebbled path That points the way to virtue, then my love It's wiser a retreat to stage, ere wrath Pours forth in storm, like torrents from above. A woman's heart, milord, is made of such That quivers neath the hurt of wanton touch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE HAYSWATER BOAT by MATTHEW ARNOLD |