SEE where she flies enraged from me! View her when she intends despite, The wind is not more swift than she. Her fury moved such terror makes As to a fearful guilty sprite The voice of heaven's huge thunder-cracks: But when her appeased mind yields to delight, All her thoughts are made of joys, Millions of delights inventing; Other pleasures are but toys To her beauty's sweet contenting. My fortune hangs upon her brow; For as she smiles or frowns on me, So must my blown affections bow; And her proud thoughts too well do find With what unequal tyranny Her beauties do command my mind. Though, when her sad planet reigns, Froward she be, She alone can pleasure move, And displeasing sorrow banish. May I but still hold her love, Let all other comforts vanish. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EXTRACTS FROM VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1823 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE BUTTERFLY'S MADRIGAL by FRANK GELETT BURGESS EXTEMPORE LINES IN ANSWER TO A CARD by ROBERT BURNS |