Those things I said about my steadfast peace Are sometimes true, but not forever so. On patience I have but a fitful lease When every rowel makes my fever grow. Renouncing thee is labeled high and fine, I better know it to be weak and base, A hair-shirt, self-inflicted anodyne From one who fears the hazards of the chase. So my resolve, to this fierce autumn gale I do consign, regarding well its worth, Like Rembrandt-colored leaf to swirl and sail, Unmindful of the tree which gave it birth, -- What do I care for wisdom or for pain, So long as I may kiss thee once again? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF A TURKEY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ENGLAND AND AMERICA: 1. ON A RHINE STEAMER by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN |