SOFT she seems as flowers and dew, Mild as skies in summer, But let old love change for new, She'll wake with the new-comer; All and each She will teach In a froward fashion! Leopards wild Fear this child Roused to fire and passion! Cease to chide a maid's desire, Vain your best endeavour; You'll but waste your threats and ire, She will heed you never; You may bind Storm and wind, You may curb the ocean, But in vain Strive to chain Woman's mad devotion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE EAGLE; A FRAGMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON ONE SHORT HOUR by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 2. AR-RAHMAN by EDWIN ARNOLD TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |