She would please two -- two fatal opposites: Husband and sire, young manhood and old age, Who had, besides, their fatal heritage -- Distrust and aims diverse. Now there he sits (His ledger in his lap): "Pray, use your wits; You think too anxiously about him; go Play with your sister's baby, daughter -- so Leave him to mumble in his moping fits." (This, as she pleaded for my happiness, In house of torment and distraction.) There, O there he sits (his ledger on his knee); And talks good doctrine how to break or bless A wildered husband, -- which in her despair Ever and ever she comes and tells to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 16 by OMAR KHAYYAM IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS |