Madam, withouten many words, Once, I am sure ye will, or no; And if ye will, then leave your bords [jests], And use your wit, and show it so. And with a beck ye shall me call, And if of one that burneth alway, Ye have any pity at all, Answer him fair with yea or nay. If it be yea, I shall be fain; If it be nay, friends as before; Ye shall another man obtain, And I mine own, and yours no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 9 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 1 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE CLOUDED SOUL by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 47 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO ENGLISH CONNOISSEURS by WILLIAM BLAKE |