WELL! I will never more complain, Or call the fates unkind; Alas, how fond it is, how vain! But self-conceitedness does reign In every mortal mind. 'Tis true they long did me deny, Nor would permit a sight; I raged; for I could not espy, Or think that any harm could lie Disguised in that delight. At last, my wishes to fulfill, They did their power resign; I saw her; but I wish I still Had been obedient to their will, And they not unto mine. Yet I by this have learned the wit, Never to grieve or fret; Contentedly I will submit, And think that best which they think fit, Without the least regret. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IN THE VALLEY OF THE ELWY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON A LADY WHO FANCIED HERSELF A BEAUTY by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) |