IF I urge my kind desires, She unkind doth them reject; Women's hearts are painted fires To deceive them that affect. I alone love's fires include; She alone doth them delude. She hath often vowed her love; But, alas! no fruit I find. That her fires are false I prove, Yet in her no fault I find: I was thus unhappy born, And ordained to be her scorn. Yet if human care or pain, May the heavenly order change, She will hate her own disdain And repent she was so strange: For a truer heart than I, Never lived or loved to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM by BERNARD BARTON HADRIAN IN EGYPT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |