IF I urge my kind desires, She unkind doth them reject; Women's hearts are painted fires To deceive them that affect. I alone love's fires include; She alone doth them delude. She hath often vowed her love; But, alas! no fruit I find. That her fires are false I prove, Yet in her no fault I find: I was thus unhappy born, And ordained to be her scorn. Yet if human care or pain, May the heavenly order change, She will hate her own disdain And repent she was so strange: For a truer heart than I, Never lived or loved to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |