In days to come I'll see you standing there So coldly calm! A look within your eyes As one will gaze when wakened by a stare Of concentration. Anger and surprise, And rather more of wounded pride behind Those heavy lidded orbs of strength and light That read my heart and sought to probe my mind. Ah, vain pursuit! When reason seeks the right Of choice, and choosing takes the pebbled path That points the way to virtue, then my love It's wiser a retreat to stage, ere wrath Pours forth in storm, like torrents from above. A woman's heart, milord, is made of such That quivers neath the hurt of wanton touch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL MARY'S GIRLHOOD (FOR A PICTURE): 1 by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IMPROMPTU LINES ON JULY FOURTH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 24. COMPLIANCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 2 by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS |