SOFT she seems as flowers and dew, Mild as skies in summer, But let old love change for new, She'll wake with the new-comer; All and each She will teach In a froward fashion! Leopards wild Fear this child Roused to fire and passion! Cease to chide a maid's desire, Vain your best endeavour; You'll but waste your threats and ire, She will heed you never; You may bind Storm and wind, You may curb the ocean, But in vain Strive to chain Woman's mad devotion. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 6. TO ANY WIFE by BERTON BRALEY SELFISHNESS by MARGARET E. BRUNER A DIVINE PASTORAL by JOHN BYROM |