CALL me not, Love, unthankful or unkind, That I have left my heart with thee, and fled. I were not worth that wealth which I resigned, Had I not chosen poverty instead. Grant me but solitude! I dare not swerve From my soul's law, -- a slave, though serving thee. I but forbear more grandly to deserve: The free gift only cometh of the free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE FROGS: THE FATAL OIL-FLASK by ARISTOPHANES THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN THE FLOWER GIRL (REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IDYLL 5. LIFE TO BE ENJOYED by BION |