Alas! my love, what love appears in this? To omit the cure, which only may procure Thy client's ease? guide not thy love amiss, Lest thy neglect make thy destruction sure, And then my blood besprinkled on thy coat Will bring a horrid sound unto thy soul: I vow by Heaven that all the world shall know't; There's nothing can a firm resolve control; By Heaven I vow, and this the truth relates, Deny again, I'll die before thy gates. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND THE PHANTOM-LOVER [OR, WOOER] by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS by WALT WHITMAN |