OH! well I know your subtle Sex, Frail daughters of the wanton Eve, -- While jealous pangs our Souls perplex, No passion prompts you to relieve. From Love, or Pity, ne'er you fall, By you, no mutual Flame is felt, 'T is Vanity, which rules you all, Desire alone which makes you melt. I will not say no souls are yours, Aye, ye have Souls, and dark ones too, Souls to contrive those smiling lures, To snare our simple hearts for you. Yet shall you never bind me fast, Long to adore such brittle toys, I'll rove along, from first to last, And change whene'er my fancy cloys. Oh! I should be a baby fool, To sigh the dupe of female art -- Woman! perhaps thou hast a Soul, But where have Demons hid thy Heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GOOD NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' by RUDYARD KIPLING DEWEY IN MANILA BAY [MAY 1, 1898] by RICHARD VORHEES RISLEY PHRYGES: JUSTICE PROTECTS THE KING by AESCHYLUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |