WELL! I will never more complain, Or call the fates unkind; Alas, how fond it is, how vain! But self-conceitedness does reign In every mortal mind. 'Tis true they long did me deny, Nor would permit a sight; I raged; for I could not espy, Or think that any harm could lie Disguised in that delight. At last, my wishes to fulfill, They did their power resign; I saw her; but I wish I still Had been obedient to their will, And they not unto mine. Yet I by this have learned the wit, Never to grieve or fret; Contentedly I will submit, And think that best which they think fit, Without the least regret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 15. TO THE EVENING STAR by MARK AKENSIDE THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE FIRST SNOW by J. B. BENTON SONNET: YE POETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |