Sometimes, in bitter fancy, I bewail This spell of love, and wish the cause removed; Wish I had never seen, or, seeing, not loved So utterly that passion should prevail O'er self-regard, and thoughts of thee assail Those inmost barriers which so long have proved Unconquerable, when such defence behoved. But, ah! my treacherous heart doth ever fail To ratify the sentence of my mind; For when conviction strikes me to the core, I swear I love thee fondlier than before; And were I now all free and unconfined, Loose as the action of the shoreless wind, My slavish heart would sigh for bonds once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINE OF NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER GOD by GABRIEL ROMANOVITCH DERZHAVIN SOLITUDE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TWO ROBBERS by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |