I'M black and blue from their worrying, They've tortured me early and late, Some with their loveGod help me! The others with their hate. They've poisoned the wine on my table, They've poisoned the bread on my plate, Some with their loveGod help me! The others with their hate. But she who most has worried, And tortured and troubledshe Has never either loved me, Or even hated me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING CLOUD by JOHN WILSON (1785-1854) THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONG OF OWL'S HEAD by NORMAN WILLIAMS BINGHAM A SPECK ON THE DOT by BERTON BRALEY |