I WOULD rather ruffle leaves, Pillaging a vine, Than 'neath my tresses shelter thieves, Robber lips at mine. I would rather feel the rain, When standing under cover, Course my out-stretched hands amain, Than tears shed by a lover. O Bird in the night awake, Thou almost mak'st me weep! Why should thy voice so shake? Is it thy pinions ache? What hindereth thee to sleep? I want not to love and I will not... Oh! Love's not worth so much! and thou dost know, I know, and all the world too knows, No girl had loved unless she chose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN WOODS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN |