In wilful riches I have found poverty And in great pleasure I lived in heaviness. In too much freedom I lacked liberty. Nothing but plenty caused my scarceness. Thus was I both in joy and in distress. And, in few words if I should be plain, In a paradise I suffered all this pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPIGRAM ON MY WEDDING DAY: TO PENELOPE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS EVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HUSKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VELLEN THE TREE by WILLIAM BARNES |