I. YES: you contemn the perjured maid Who all your favourite hopes betray'd: Nor, though her heart should home return, Her tuneful tongue its falsehood mourn, Her winning eyes your faith implore, Would you her hand receive again, Or once dissemble your disdain, Or listen to the siren's theme, Or stoop to love: since now esteem, And confidence, and friendship is no more. II. Yet tell me, Phædria, tell me why, When summoning your pride you try To meet her looks with cool neglect, Or cross her walk with slight respect, (For so is falsehood best repaid,) Whence do your cheeks indignant glow? Why is your struggling tongue so slow? What means that darkness on your brow? As if with all her broken vow You meant the fair apostate to upbraid? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE LINE MEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MANY ARE CALLED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE DESCENDANT AND THE ID (MONOLOGUE IN REGARD TO HEREDITY) by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |