Even as thou list, Azile, I'll rejoice, And tremble at thy eyes whene'er they move; Command thy will, I will obey thy voice, Unless thou bidst me cease to owe thee love. There pardon me, dear love, for such a root It hath obtain'd in my triangle heart, That since thou first didst thereon place thy foot, The pain increas'd, and still I feel the smart; No pain at all, since it from thee ensues, And, Love, thou may'st command them as my dues. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT IN ARIZONA by SARA TEASDALE THE MESSAGES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ GIRL TO SOLDIER ON LEAVE by ISAAC ROSENBERG SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |