IF by one woman thou'rt jilted, love Another, and so forget her; To pack up thy knapsack, and straight remove From the town will be still better. Thou'lt soon discover a blue lake fair, By weeping willows surrounded; Thy trifling grief thou'lt weep away there, Thy pangs so little founded. Whilst climbing up the hillside fast, Thou'lt pant and groan full loudly; But when on the rocky summit at last, Thou'lt hear the eagle scream proudly. An eagle thyself thou'lt seem to be, New life the change will bestow thee; Thou'lt feel thou hast lost, when thus set free. Not much in the world below thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW SONNET: 64 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |