I CHLOË, regard my song sententious And trust me as your soul's director: No longer be a conscientious Objector. No lion, I, to feast upon You, Chloë. Do not be so distant. Forget your mother. Be a non- Resistant. II FEAR me not, my Chloë, like a fawn that seeks its mother, Frightened of the forest, overfearful of the trees, Tremulous with terror it is difficult to smother, Quivering at the rustle of the brier in the breeze. Never mine the cruel wish to crush you like a lion, Never mine the wish to be a tiger in a rage. Cut away from mother! Give your bridal-gown a try on! Votes for women, Chloë! And remember, you're of age. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER CLYTEMNESTRA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON RECOLLECTIONS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO FLORENCE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HOUSE OF FAME by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |