Though I cannot your cruelty constrain For my good will to favor me again, Though my true and faithful love Have no power your heart to move, Yet rue upon my pain. Though I your thrall must evermore remain And for your sake my liberty restrain, The greatest grace that I do crave Is that ye would vouchsafe To rue upon my pain. Though I have not deserved to obtain So high reward but thus to serve in vain, Though I shall have no redress, Yet of right ye can no less But rue upon my pain. But I see well that your high disdain Will nowise grant that I shall more attain; Yet ye must grant at the least This my power and small request: Rejoice not at my pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH OF GENERAL GOURAUD by ROBERTA BALFOUR THE FLIGHT OF TIME by J. K. BLAKE FAR EAST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WRITTEN FOR A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |