The rejected lover
C. Gibbs
Hear me, you hollyhocks;
You dark delphiniums, hear!
From now, from now, henceforth,
I vow I'll hold no woman dear.
What do we find in love?
At best a pleasing pain.
O, 'tis a snare and I do swear
Never to love again.
Others may play the fool
And learn what passion brings,
But I, set free, shall laugh to see
Their honey-captured wings.