When will thee, with wanton eye,
A turbulent and troublesome try,
Give to me, and wrest a sigh,
From my own heart I’d give to thine?
To curse you with a storm it seems,
That God in all his wisdom brings,
To me such a pretty thing,
But not to hold so easily.
Behold in the end we find
If I’ve received less than divine…
But no! I shall make you mine!
I shall make you mine in time!
If you’ll have me, this I know
From all that past, all I’ll let go,
From you I won’t wander so,
Hold me and one who’ll never let go.
The title to this one is a reference to the books of proverbs in the bible where the phrase “Her feet do not stay at home” is used to describe a prostitute. In this poem a man falls in love with one and believes she is a gift from God. He holds her in such high esteem and justifies her value in how difficult she is. He struggles with doubt and societies opinions (lines 9-10) but ultimately casts that aside holding onto his love for her, making her a promise to never leave.