FLY not from him whose silent misery Breathes many an unwitness'd sigh to thee, Who, having felt thy scorn, yet constant is, And whom thou hast thyself call'd only his. When first mine eyes threw flames, whose spirit mov'd thee, Hadst thou not look'd again I had not lov'd thee. Nature did ne'er two different things unite With peace, which are by nature opposite. If thou force Nature, and be backward gone, O, blame not me, that strive to draw thee on: But if my constant love shall fail to move thee, Then know my reason hates thee, though I love thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |