WHY dost thou fly me thus? Oh cruel boy! I am no wolf that would thy life destroy: But a fond Nymph, admirer of thy face, As Echo once of fair Narcissus was. Thou e'en in dangers dost thy fancy please, Striving with toil the hunted game to seize: While wretched me, who languish for thy sake, When in thy net thou dost refuse to take. But I, alas, in vain attempt to find Effects of pity in a hard'ned mind: As soon the hare its hunters may pursue, As I with prayers thy cruel heart subdue. My pow'r, I see, cannot thy steps retain, Thus led by sports, and wing'd by thy disdain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON THE PHANTOM SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CABOOSE THOUGHTS by CARL SANDBURG MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD |