Sometimes, in bitter fancy, I bewail This spell of love, and wish the cause removed; Wish I had never seen, or, seeing, not loved So utterly that passion should prevail O'er self-regard, and thoughts of thee assail Those inmost barriers which so long have proved Unconquerable, when such defence behoved. But, ah! my treacherous heart doth ever fail To ratify the sentence of my mind; For when conviction strikes me to the core, I swear I love thee fondlier than before; And were I now all free and unconfined, Loose as the action of the shoreless wind, My slavish heart would sigh for bonds once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON THE DESERTED VILLAGE by OLIVER GOLDSMITH THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON CAROLINA [JANUARY, 1865] by HENRY TIMROD MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH FIAMMETT: SONNET. OF FIAMMETTA SINGING by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |