HAD I my Will, I would. And what Would ye Wretch doe had he his will? Why then I would not have it, that I might be sure to keep it still. Alas, I have it not; my vaine Affections doe it posesse: Indeed they keep it in a chaine Of seeming silk & tendernesse. But oh they pull & hale it to Objects so ougly and so vile, That whilst perforce I forward goe, Frighted I start, & back recoile. Sometimes I courage take & crie, Foule Rebells, know you what you doe? My Will is your Liege Lord, & I Unlesse I will, will never goe. But then they gently fawne & smile, And with soft charmes cast me asleep. By which delitious potent guile Still their Usurped power they keep. Thus like a royall cheated slave I hold ye Empire of my Will; That Others Hands my sword may have, And when they please, their Soveraigne kill. But oh had I my Will indeed, How would I reigne at home in State! Wth noblest Pleasures would I feed All my Desires, & feed them fat. My Subjects all I would command, And instantly obeyed be; My Faculties should ready stand Attending on my Majestie. Anger should wage my Warrs, & fight Against my Rebell Lusts, which now Upon my weaknes vent their spight, And chaine me downe to things below. Then LOVE upon his gallant wing My weighty Embassie should beare And deale wth Heav'ns Almighty King About my Suit depending there. That Suit concernes a Match wth my Deare Spouse, ye, @3Prince of Sweetnes@1, who Long since has had my Heart, & I Would fain this businesse on might goe. Had I my Will, it should goe on; But then I would not have my Will: Dear @3Lord@1 it should be Thine alone, And so my best Desires fullfill. Had I my Will, I would resigne It into Thine, & change with Thee, So from mine owne, I would gaine Thine, And then mine owne mine owne should be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL THINGS ARE WHAT THEY SEEM by MARIANNE MOORE TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |