Though love capricious vex the dial's pace And run or halt, but will not tamely go; And night with all her starry signs will know, While to the day he yields night's dreaming place; Though from my love hope sternly hide her face, Turning meek love away in shame and woe: Or raze the seasons' boundaries and bestow One wintry name on all the four embrace; -- Love, prison me, lest I a traitor prove And don the uniform that Stoics wear, Impervious to laughter, scorn or tears. Were all the hours, torturers of love, Memory a pang and onward look despair, Still I would be thy subject, King of Fears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER DARK LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 7. THE IMPOSSIBILITY by PHILIP AYRES ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE THE INVITATION by JAMES BARCLAY SUNSET ACROSS THE LAKE by AUGUSTA M. BARNEY ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |