I know you do not love me; Yet you storm and swear that such is but a lie That 'tis I who have no love for you. I will rephrase your words. The thing you love, loves you not, For a body without benefit of soul or mind Is become vegetable ... Behold, the passion in a turnip. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE by ELIZABETH I A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 26 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 14. 'I LOVE THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |