It is no vulgar nature I have wived. Secretive, sensitive, she takes a wound Deep to her soul, as if the sense had swooned, And not a thought of vengeance had survived. No confidences has she: but relief Must come to one whose suffering is acute. O have a care of natures that are mute! They punish you in acts: their steps are brief. What is she doing? What does she demand From Providence or me? She is not one Long to endure this torpidly, and shun The drugs that crowd about a woman's hand. At Forfeits during snow we played, and I Must kiss her. 'Well performed!' I said: then she: ''Tis hardly worth the money, you agree?' Save her? What for? To act this wedded lie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PROPERZIA ROSSI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TO THE SHIP OF STATE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) |