I WELL, cruel Mistress, though you're too unkind, Since thus my banishment's by you design'd, I go, but with you leave my heart behind. II A truer heart, I'm sure you never wore, 'Tis the best treasure of the blind God's store, And, truly, you can justly ask no more. III Then blame me not, if curious to know, I ask, on what fair limb you will bestow The Token, that my zeal presents you now? IV I shall expect so great an interest For such a gift, as t' have that Gem possest, Not of your cabinet, but of your breast. V There fixed, 'twill glory in its blessed remove, And flaming by degrees a vigil prove, Icy disdain to thaw, nay, kindle love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE by ALFRED TENNYSON THIS COMPOST: 2. by WALT WHITMAN COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |