Though love capricious vex the dial's pace And run or halt, but will not tamely go; And night with all her starry signs will know, While to the day he yields night's dreaming place; Though from my love hope sternly hide her face, Turning meek love away in shame and woe: Or raze the seasons' boundaries and bestow One wintry name on all the four embrace; -- Love, prison me, lest I a traitor prove And don the uniform that Stoics wear, Impervious to laughter, scorn or tears. Were all the hours, torturers of love, Memory a pang and onward look despair, Still I would be thy subject, King of Fears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IDYLLS OF THE KING: DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON MY PRAYER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE UNQUIET EYE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |