SHALL I then hope when faith is fled? Can I seek love when hope is gone? Or can I live when love is dead? Poorly he lives, that can love none. Her vows are broke and I am free; She lost her faith in losing me. When I compare mine own events, When I weigh others' like annoy: All do but heap up discontents That on a beauty build their joy. Thus I of all complain, since she All faith hath lost in losing me. So my dear freedom have I gained, Through her unkindness and disgrace: Yet could I ever live enchained, As she my service did embrace. But she is changed, and I am free: Faith failing her, love died in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE 1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY THE MAID OF NEIDPATH by WALTER SCOTT FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON IN AN ALBUM by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PSALM 147 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |