OF what mould did Nature frame me? Or was it her intent to shame me, That no woman can come near me, Fair, but her I court to hear me? Sure that mistress to whose beauty First I paid a lover's duty, Burnt in rage my heart to tinder, That nor prayers nor tears can hinder, But wherever I do turn me, Every spark let fall doth burn me. Women, since you thus inflame me, Flint and steel I 'll ever name ye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND |