You swear you'll come, you name the time and place, Whene'er I ask of you one fond embrace: The livelong night I wait, racked with desire, Rigid with lust, and all my veins on fire, And ofttime thinking of your girlish frame My left hand quenches the devouring flame. In bitterness of heart I'll ask my god To curse you, lying and deceitful sod. May you ne'er stir from out your threshold's door, Save at the heels of some damned one eye'd whore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 25. AD TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |