Distraction is the panacea, Sir! I hear my oracle of Medicine say. Doctor! that same specific yesterday I tried, and the result will not deter A second trial. Is the devil's line Of golden hair, or raven black, composed? And does a cheek, like any sea-shell rosed, Or clear as widowed sky, seem most divine? No matter, so I taste forgetfulness. And if the devil snare me, body and mind, Here gratefully I score: -- he seemed kind, When not a soul would comfort my distress! O sweet new world, in which I rise new made! O Lady, once I gave love: now I take! Lady, I must be flattered. Shouldst thou wake The passion of a demon, be not afraid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT THE KING'S HAND by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II A MORNING AFTER MOURNING by WILLIAM BASSE |