IF my Mistress fix her eye On these ruder lines of mine, Let them tell her how I lie Fettered by her looks divine; Tell her it is only she Can release and set me free. Tell her yet 'tis my desire To remain her captive still; Neither can I aim at higher Hope or fortune than her will; So she will my thraldom pay But with one good look a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |