Even as thy dues, and what I can procure, More from my heart, to thee shall be presented; Yet hadst thou but the tenth part I endure, I'm sure thy last neglect should be repented; Thou wouldst be sorry that I have misspent My time in sighs, for prayers only free: But pray'rs are kill'd through too much discontent, For he that loves can never zealous be. 'Tis thee alone must be my gracious Saint: Gainst thee, and to thee only's my complaint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING AT MORNING by ROBERT BROWNING A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY THE KEARSARGE (1894) by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY WITH YOU by THOMAS H. BRIGGS JR. GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 2. THE CLOISTER GARDEN AT CERTOSA by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |