OH, Anne! your offences to me have been grievous; I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you; But woman is made to command and deceive us -- I look'd in your face, and I almost forgave you. I vow'd I could ne'er for a moment respect you, Yet thought that a day's separation was long: When we met, I determined again to suspect you -- Your smile soon convinced me suspicion was wrong. I swore, in a transport of young indignation, With fervent contempt evermore to disdain you: I saw you -- my anger became admiration; And now, all my wish, all my hope 's to regain you. With beauty like yours, oh, how vain the contention, Thus lowly I sue for forgiveness before you; -- At once to conclude such a fruitless dissension, Be false, my sweet Anne, when I cease to adore you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE CARRION COMFORT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON THE PESSIMIST by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 2. JAMES MACNEIL WHISTLER by KARL W. BIGELOW NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ANGRY ONES by BERTON BRALEY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FOURTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |