Do not take me to your breast, I shall plant there only thorn; Let the day rise in the west That you will not rise to mourn. Ask no truth from this my tongue That was framed to utter lies. For compassion look among Jaguars, never in my eyes. Wild honey and locust meat In the desert feed to me; Thinner fare I'll have you eat: Blossoms from the Judas tree. Though you bind me with the thongs Of love or hatred, you must find One enchantment still belongs To my unregenerate mind. I shall labor to environ Creatures never hunted yet; Bodiless and strong as iron Is the snare that I shall set. While you think you hold me fast I shall chase the unicorn. Do not reap of seed I cast: You shall harvest thorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE RETURN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |