Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, but not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell: Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEPARTURE PLATFORM by THOMAS HARDY THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A SUMMER NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO MISS DIXON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH IN REGENT'S PARK by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB F.B.C.; CHANCELLORSVILLE, MAY 3, 1863 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |