As much as is in man in me should be, But that thou hast bereft me of my heart; I want those glozing words of flattery, By which some men gain more than by desert; I want that wit which ought to parallel Thy virtues, and procure deserving bliss; I want that strength and vigour to repel Dejected grief, which guides love's wheel amiss; I want those means which should all good supplant Within my breast, and chiefly thee I want. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN: 2. HARVEST by EDITH SITWELL A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GO DOWN DEATH; A FUNERAL SERMON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE |