I
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
II
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
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This poem seems to reflect upon how the infatuation
of Beauty (of another person)leads us astray and how
we kindly are corrected and comforted by Nature.
does anybody know why she wrote the poem assault or why she wrote most of her poems.