Through those old Grounds of memory,
The sauntering alone
Is a divine intemperance
A prudent man would shun.
Of liquors that are vended
‘Tis easy to beware
But statutes do not meddle
With the internal bar.
Pernicious as the sunset
Permitting to pursue
But impotent to gather,
The tranquil perfidy
Alloys our firmer moments
With that severest gold
Convenient to the longing
But otherwise withheld.
I think that this poem is interesting, and that the poet is interesting as well. Through the use of vivid verbs and nouns (meddle, perdify) she lets us understand her thoughts and feelings.
i like the poem it shows a lot of what she was like a a poet