I FLUNG Love down upon the dungeon floor, Close-shackled to his fellow-prisoner Hate. Grim warders twain I set before the door— My Pride and Will, to guard him for his fate Daily I sign'd the warrant for his doom, Yet daily that fell mandate I withdrew; A thousand times I vow'd him to the tomb, A thousand times his life I would renew. At last perplex'd, yet wishing he should feel Some measure of the torment I endured, To harsher usage I my heart did steel, And for the Rogue fresh chastisement procured. Ah, vain my hope! Vain, too, the grinding chain, For Love rose up and bless'd me in his pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |