Distraction is the panacea, Sir! I hear my oracle of Medicine say. Doctor! that same specific yesterday I tried, and the result will not deter A second trial. Is the devil's line Of golden hair, or raven black, composed? And does a cheek, like any sea-shell rosed, Or clear as widowed sky, seem most divine? No matter, so I taste forgetfulness. And if the devil snare me, body and mind, Here gratefully I score: -- he seemed kind, When not a soul would comfort my distress! O sweet new world, in which I rise new made! O Lady, once I gave love: now I take! Lady, I must be flattered. Shouldst thou wake The passion of a demon, be not afraid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |