GO, fickle Man, and teach the Moon to change, The winds to vary, the coy Bee to range: You that despise the conquest of a town, Render'd without resistance of one frown. Is this of easy faith the recompense? Is my prone love's too prodigal expense Rewarded with disdain? Did ever dart Rebound from such a penetrable heart? Diana, in the service of whose shrine, Myself to single life I will confine, Revenge thy Votaress; for unto thee The ruling ocean bends his azure knee. And since he loves upon rough seas to ride, Grant such an Adria, whose swelling tide, And stormy tongue, may his false vessel wrack, And make the cordage of his heart to crack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE OLD MAID by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE |