What, have I thus betrayed my liberty? Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side? or am I born a slave, Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny? Or want I sense to feel my misery? Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have? Who for long faith, though daily help I crave, May get no alms but scorn of beggary. Virtue, awake! Beauty but beauty is; I may, I must, I can, I will, I do Leave following that which it is gain to miss. Let her go. Soft but here she comes. Go to, Unkind, I love you not! O me, that eye Doth make my heart give to my tongue the lie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FONTAINEBLEAU (AUTUMN) by SARA TEASDALE |