Even as thou list, Azile, I'll rejoice, And tremble at thy eyes whene'er they move; Command thy will, I will obey thy voice, Unless thou bidst me cease to owe thee love. There pardon me, dear love, for such a root It hath obtain'd in my triangle heart, That since thou first didst thereon place thy foot, The pain increas'd, and still I feel the smart; No pain at all, since it from thee ensues, And, Love, thou may'st command them as my dues. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER THE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS by ABRAHAM LINCOLN TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 17. THE CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) S. PHILIP YE DEACON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |