I THERE'S no woman, but I'm caught Whilst she looks with kind eyes on me; If I love not then, the fault Is unjustly cast upon me: They are to be blam'd, not I, It with freedom still I hover; Were I us'd but courteously I should soon become a lover. II Did I any one exclude For her dye, or for her feature, I should grant myself a rude Mannerless, hard-hearted creature: But since I except 'gainst none By whom I am not contemned, If I can't find such an one, Pray tell, who's to be condemned? III Not by frowns, but smiles, my heart, (I declare 't) is to be chained; On fair terms with it I'll part, But by foul 'twill ne'er be gained: Take then other tasks in hand You, who lour, and scorn to crave it; But who's kind shall it command, And for th' asking she shall have it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON AT LAST by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE REASON WHY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |