WHOEVER was the cause your tears were shed, May these my curses light upon his head: May he be first in love, and let it be With a most known and black deformity, Nay, far surpass all witches that have bin Since our first parents taught us how to sin! Then let this hag be coy, and he run mad For that which no man else would e'er have had; And in this fit may he commit the thing May him impenitent to th' gallows bring! Then might he for one tear his pardon have, But want that single grief his life to save! And being dead, may he at heaven venter, But for the guilt of this one fact ne'er enter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |