I bade my Lady think what she might mean. Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, And yet be jealous of another? None Commits such folly. Terrible Love, I ween, Has might, even dead, half sighing to upheave The lightless seas of selfishness amain: Seas that in a man's heart have no rain To fall and still them. Peace can I achieve, By turning to this fountain-source of woe, This woman, who's to Love as fire to wood? She breathed the violet breath of maidenhood Against my kisses once! but I say, No! The thing is mocked at! Helplessly afloat, I know not what I do, whereto I strive. The dread that my old love may be alive Has seized my nursling new love by the throat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE MINSTREL; OR, THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS by JAMES BEATTIE |