FULL of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travell, or denie That thou hast ought to do with me. O tame my heart: It is thy highest art To captivate strong holds to thee. If thou shalt let this venome lurk, And in suggestions fume and work, My soul will turn to bubbles straight, And thence by kinde Vanish into a winde, Making thy workmanship deceit. O smooth my rugged heart, and there Engrave thy rev'rend law and fear; Or make a new one, since the old Is saplesse grown, And a much fitter stone To hide my dust then thee to hold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH SOMETIME by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH THE FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING SHEMA-YISRAEL-ADONAI-ELOHENU ADONAI-ECHOD by NATHAN BERNSTEIN |