I WOULD rather ruffle leaves, Pillaging a vine, Than 'neath my tresses shelter thieves, Robber lips at mine. I would rather feel the rain, When standing under cover, Course my out-stretched hands amain, Than tears shed by a lover. O Bird in the night awake, Thou almost mak'st me weep! Why should thy voice so shake? Is it thy pinions ache? What hindereth thee to sleep? I want not to love and I will not... Oh! Love's not worth so much! and thou dost know, I know, and all the world too knows, No girl had loved unless she chose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 74 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 23 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |