Since the first look that led me to this error, To this thoughts' maze, to my confusion tending, Still have I lived in grief, in hope, in terror, The circle of my sorrows never ending. Yet cannot leave her love that holds me hateful: Her eyes exact it, though her heart disdains me; See what reward he hath that serves th' ungrateful: So true and loyal love no favors gains me. Still must I whet my young desires abated Upon the flint of such a heart rebelling -- And all in vain; her pride is so innated She yields no place at all for pity's dwelling. Oft have I told her that my soul did love her, And that with tears, yet all this will not move her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER LILIES: 28. NOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE GLORY OF GRAY by CHRISTINE F. BRONSON THE BALL, 1789 by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |