THUS I resolve, and time hath taught me so; Since she is fair and ever kind to me, Though she be wild and wanton-like in show, Those little stains in youth I will not see. That she be constant, heaven I oft implore: If prayers prevail not, I can do no more. Palm tree the more you press, the more it grows: Leave it alone, it will not much exceed. Free beauty if you strive to yoke, you lose: And for affection, strange distaste you breed. What Nature hath not taught, no Art can frame: Wild born be wild still, though by force you tame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) |