Tangled was I in Love's snare, Oppressed with pain, torment with care; Of grief right sure, of joy full bare, Clean in despair by cruelty. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. The woeful days so full of pain, The weary night all spent in vain, The labor lost for so small a gain, To write them all it will not be. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. With feigned words which were but wind, To long delays was I assign'd; Her wily looks my wits did blind; Whate'er she would I would agree. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. Was never bird tangled in lime, That broke away in better time, Than I, that rotten boughs did climb, And had no hurt but 'scaped free. But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PLACE OF THE DAMNED by JONATHAN SWIFT NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS |