Why should'st thou swear I am forsworn Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And 'twas last night I swore to thee That fond impossibility. Have I not loved thee much and long, A tedious twelve hours' space? I should all other beauties wrong, And rob thee of a new embrace, Should I still dote upon thy face. Not but all joy in thy brown hair By others may be found; But I must search the black and fair, Like skillful min'ralists that sound For treasure in un-plowed-up ground. Then if, when I have loved my round, Thou prov'st the pleasant she, With spoils of meaner beauties crowned, I laden will return to thee, Even sated with variety. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT DOES A WOMAN WANT? by KAREN SWENSON BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY by ROBERT BROWNING AN APPEAL TO CATS IN THE BUSINESS OF LOVE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN PSALM 2. QUARE FREMUERUNT GENTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CORONADO by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON VISTAS OF LABOR: 1. THE STEAMSHIP STOKER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OBSERVATIONS ON A FEW VERSES OF HORACE by JOHN BYROM |