I FAIR Isabel, if ought but thee I could, or would, or like, or love; If other Beauties but approve To sweeten my captivity: I might those passions be above, Those pow'rful passions that combine To make, and keep me only thine. II Or, if for tempting treasure I Of the World's God, prevailing gold, Could see thy Love, and my Truth sold, A greater, nobler Treasury; My flame to thee might then grow cold, And I like one whose love is sense, Exchange thee for convenience. III But when I vow to thee, I do Love thee above or health or peace, Gold, joy, and all such toys as these, 'Bove happiness and honour too: Thou then must know, this love can cease, Nor change for all the glorious show Wealth and discretion bribes us to. IV What such a love deserves, thou, Sweet, As knowing best, may'st best reward; I, for thy bounty well prepar'd With open arms my blessing meet. Then do not, Dear, our joys retard But unto him propitious be, That knows no love, nor life, but thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH THIS I REMEMBER by ELISABETH CHANNING ALLEN LILIES: 30. THE WHOLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SUNSET ACROSS THE LAKE by AUGUSTA M. BARNEY EPISTLE TO JOHN WILLIAMSON by JOHN BRECKENRIDGE MUSIC ON CHRISTMAS MORNING by ANNE BRONTE SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 87 by BLISS CARMAN A MORNING RIDE by SARA J. CLARKE SONG AND CRY OF A SOLDIER IN THE LINES by ALBERT EDWARD CLEMENTS |