Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON PRAIRIE MUSIC by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER |