Not that by this disdain I am releas'd, And freed from thy tyrannick chain, Do I my self think blest; Nor that thy Flame shall burn No more; for know That I shall into ashes turn, Before this fire doth so. Nor yet that unconfin'd I now may rove, And with new beauties please my mind; But that thou ne'r didst love: For since thou hast no part Felt of this flame, I onely from thy tyrant heart Repuls'd, not banish'd am. To loose what once was mine Would grieve me more Then those inconstant sweets of thine Had pleas'd my soul before. Now I have not lost the blisse I ne'r possest; And spight of fate am blest in this, That I was never blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON THE ANGLER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE EPILOGUE TO DRAMATIS PERSONAE by ROBERT BROWNING DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE ADMIRABLE CONVERSION OF S. PAUL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT JEFFERSON DAVIS by WALKER MERIWETHER BELL ASLEEP, ASLEEP; MARTYDOM OF SAINT STEPHEN by LUCY ANN BENNETT |