THE rocks, the rocks, among the rocks My only lover lives; To me the plain, to me the main, Nor fear nor pleasure gives. I love not in the sunny day To weed and till the ground, While my wild lover far away, Hunts with his lazy hound. Nor would I be a sailor's wife, Too far from me is he; For I must toil, and I must strive, While he is on the sea. Give me a lover to my cheek, A husband to my arms, Nor would I other dowry seek, Than hills and rocky farms. The meadow's calms, the ocean's shocks, Each ruins or deceives; The rocks, the rocks, among the rocks, My only lover lives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON |