'AND MY TRUE FAITH CAN ALTER NEVER, THOUGH THOU ART GONE PERHAPS FOREVER.' AND 'thy true faith can alter never?' -- Indeed it lasted for a -- week! I know the length of Love's forever, And just expected such a freak. In peace we met, in peace we parted, In peace we vow'd to meet again, And though I find thee fickle-hearted No pang of mine shall make thee vain. One gone -- 't was time to seek a second; In sooth 't were hard to blame thy haste. And whatsoe'er thy love be reckon'd, At least thou hast improved in taste: Though one was young, the next was younger, His love was new, mine too well known -- And what might make the charm still stronger, The youth was present, I was flown. Seven days and nights of single sorrow! Too much for human constancy! A fortnight past, why then to-morrow His turn is come to follow me: And if each week you change a lover, And so have acted heretofore, Before a year or two is over We'll form a very pretty corps. Adieu, fair thing! without upbraiding I fain would take a decent leave; Thy beauty still survives unfading, And undeceived may long deceive. With him unto thy bosom dearer Enjoy the moments as they flee; I only wish his love sincerer Than thy young heart has been to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARABIA by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MR. MERRY'S LAMENT FOR LONG TOM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD: AGLAIA. A PASTORAL by NICHOLAS BRETON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF LA PEROUSE'S VOYAGES by THOMAS CAMPBELL |