Jealousy Poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch

Jealousy

Rating: 2.8


VAIN Love, why do'st thou boast of Wings,
That cannot help thee to retire!
When such quick Flames Suspicion brings,
As do the Heart about thee fire.
Still Swift to come, but when to go
Thou shou'd'st be more–Alas! how Slow.

Lord of the World must surely be
But thy bare Title at the most;
Since Jealousy is Lord of Thee,
And makes such Havock on thy Coast,

As do's thy pleasant Land deface,
Yet binds thee faster to the Place.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gay I Am Not 20 February 2019

The Poem is gay and plus it really gay

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Anne Kingsmill Finch

Anne Kingsmill Finch

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