Not that by this disdain I am releas'd, And freed from thy tyrannick chain, Do I my self think blest; Nor that thy Flame shall burn No more; for know That I shall into ashes turn, Before this fire doth so. Nor yet that unconfin'd I now may rove, And with new beauties please my mind; But that thou ne'r didst love: For since thou hast no part Felt of this flame, I onely from thy tyrant heart Repuls'd, not banish'd am. To loose what once was mine Would grieve me more Then those inconstant sweets of thine Had pleas'd my soul before. Now I have not lost the blisse I ne'r possest; And spight of fate am blest in this, That I was never blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM LYNTON VERSES: 5 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 87 by BLISS CARMAN THE DEAD ASTRONOMER by CHARLES W. E. CHAPIN JR. LAND O' PINES; OLD HOME WEEK IN MAINE by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |