I might by no means surmise My fantasy to resist, But after the old guise To love her I did list. And though it must suffice That again I shall have none, Yet can I not devise To get again mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. I study day and night And loud I cry and call To be delivered quite From her that I am thrall. And yet against all right Of force I must still moan For it doth pass my might To get again mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. In torments I am torn That no rest find I can, None so unhappy born Since that the world began. I ask for but such corn And such seed that was sown; And though I that have sworn, I cannot get mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. But seeing that I cannot Attain my true desire Nor by no means may not Creep out of the fire, [And know that you intend not] To give aught of your own By reason that you should not -- Let me to have mine own. It is my heart that I have lost. God send it me again. I should it have whatever it cost Or else I am but slain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |