HOWEVER skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow, To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know I am the master yet of my own fate. Thou canst not rob me of my best estate, Though fortune, fame and friends, yea love shall go. Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled; Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed. When all things in the balance are well weighed, There is but one great .danger in the world-- Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD ITYLUS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 77 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 11 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |