Whilst it doth rain, freeze, snow; Whilst coldest winds do blow, How clad does the poor captive go? No furs has he to wrap his body in; Nay more, he cares for none, But scorns all weathers in his naked skin; Fear makes him make no moan. He has upon his back The marks of many a wand; Yet (after stripes) he is not slack To kiss his master's hand. And shall I then for love, repine to bear Less than a naked slave endures for fear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SHIPMAN'S TALE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE ROUNDHOUSE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |