Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end, Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and proves weak or untrue, Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy, Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: PICTURE-WRITING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH THE EVENING CLOUD by JOHN WILSON (1785-1854) THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |