I have lost my love at last to one I dread Who wooed with greater urgency than I; Now she is bound to the chill, Procrustes bed Of Time, with whom at length must all loves lie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIVE STUDENTS by THOMAS HARDY THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE |