Since the first look that led me to this error, To this thoughts' maze, to my confusion tending, Still have I lived in grief, in hope, in terror, The circle of my sorrows never ending. Yet cannot leave her love that holds me hateful: Her eyes exact it, though her heart disdains me; See what reward he hath that serves th' ungrateful: So true and loyal love no favors gains me. Still must I whet my young desires abated Upon the flint of such a heart rebelling -- And all in vain; her pride is so innated She yields no place at all for pity's dwelling. Oft have I told her that my soul did love her, And that with tears, yet all this will not move her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS by ANDREW MARVELL POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) |