And maiden pique and womanly constraint For long a bitter war within her waged; Until his chill neglect she did attaint, And her high pride noway could be assuaged; And of her will how she might him acquaint, She turn'd it in her mind, so much outraged. His courtesy she might in sooth command Who had relieved her from that ruthless hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |