IF I urge my kind desires, She unkind doth them reject; Women's hearts are painted fires To deceive them that affect. I alone love's fires include; She alone doth them delude. She hath often vowed her love; But, alas! no fruit I find. That her fires are false I prove, Yet in her no fault I find: I was thus unhappy born, And ordained to be her scorn. Yet if human care or pain, May the heavenly order change, She will hate her own disdain And repent she was so strange: For a truer heart than I, Never lived or loved to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 21 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE |