Classic Poem

ANEMONE .

Your coldness I heed not,
Your frown I defy,
Your affection I need not;
The time has gone by,
When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile
My soul from its safety, with witchery's wile!

Then, lady, look kindly,
Or frown on me still,
No longer all blindly
I yield to your will!
Too tightly you drew the light reins of command,
And your victim is free — for they broke in your hand!