I dislikt but even now; Now I love I know not how. Was I idle, and that while Was I fier'd with a smile? Ile too work, or pray; and then I shall quite dislike agen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG THE FIGHTING RACE [FEBRUARY 16, 1898] by JOSEPH IGNATIUS CONSTANTINE CLARKE HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COMING STORM' (A PICTURE BY R. S. GIFFORD) by HERMAN MELVILLE FALLING ASLEEP by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |