Since, shunning pain, I ease can never find; Since bashful dread seeks where he knows me harmed; Since will is won, and stopped ears are charmed; Since force doth faint, and sight doth make me blind; Since loosing long, the faster still I bind; Since naked sense can conquer reason armed; Since heart in chilling fear with ice is warmed; In fine, since strife of thought but mars the mind: I yield, O love, unto thy loathed yoke, Yet craving law of arms, whose rule doth teach That hardly used, whoever prison broke, In justice quit, of honour made no breach: Whereas, if I a grateful guardian have, Thou art my lord, and I thy vowed slave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD MEMORY OF THE IRISH DEAD by JOHN KELLS INGRAM IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 67 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON A DEDICATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SCARABAEUS SISYPHUS by MATHILDE BLIND |