Why have you come, O love, so near, Come but to pass me by? I sought you not, but found you here; Turn hence your trifling eye. And in your vagrant wandering, Pray take some other path; Your talk—it is but maundering To rouse contempt and wrath. Forever on some changing quest, With manners quite too gay, You are a fickle-minded guest. What's that? You've come to stay? I don't believe a word you say; You said the same another day; I know your tricks: go way; go way; Whenever did you come to stay? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER PRAYER TO THE OCEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON |