Who would have ever thought A heart that was so set, To have such wrong me wrought Or to be counterfeit? But who that trusteth the most Is like to pay the cost. I must of force, God wot, This painful life sustain; And yet I know not The chief cause of my pain; This is a strange disease: To serve and never please. I must of force endure This draught drawn awry, For I am fast and sure To have the mate thereby; But note I will this text, To draw better the next. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARTH-CHILD IN THE GRASS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS |