A LOVER I am, and a lover I'll be, And hope from my love I shall never be free: Let wisdom be blamed in the grave woman-hater, Yet never to love is a sin of ill nature; But he who loves well, and whose passion is strong, Shall never be wretched, but ever be young. With hopes and with fears, like a ship in the ocean, Our hearts are kept dancing and ever in motion. When our passion is pallid, and our fancy would fail, A little kind quarrel supplies a fresh gale: But when the doubt's cleared, and the jealousy's gone, How we kiss and embrace, and can never have done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL YUSSOUF by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: 2 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |