I HAVE I lov'd my Fair so long, Six Olympiads at least, And to youth and beauty's wrong, On virtue's single interest, To be at last with scorn oppress'd? II Have I lov'd that space so true, Without looking once awry, Lest I might prove false to you, To whom I vow'd fidelity, To be repay'd with cruelty? III Were you not, oh Sweet! confess, Willing to be so belov'd? Favour gave my flame increase, By which it still aspiring mov'd, And had gone out, if disapprov'd. IV Whence then can this change proceed? Say; or whither does it tend? That false heart will one day bleed, When it has brought so true a friend To cruel and untimely end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH FRIENDS BEYOND by THOMAS HARDY BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND A DUTCH PROVERB by MATTHEW PRIOR UNBELIEVABLE by EDITH GRACE BERKNESS DARTMOUTH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE QUATRAIN: THE STARS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |