LOVE is no product of the obedient will, It hath its root in those deep sympathies, Mere ties of blood are powerless to control; I love thee not because around thy heart An Arctic nature hath built up the ice Of thawless winter: vain it is to strive Against the law of just antipathies: The Tropic sunlight burns not at the Poles, Nor blooms the lustrous foliage of the East Among the rocky, storm-bound Hebrides; To all my gods thou art antipodal, Therefore, again, good sir! I love thee not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE by PAUL VERLAINE THE LAST WORD by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE WINSOME WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR |