If that a loyal heart and faith unfeigned, If a sweet languish with a chaste desire, If hunger-starven thoughts so long retained, Fed but with smoke and cherished but with fire; And if a brow with care's characters painted Bewrays my love, with broken words half spoken, To her that sits in my thoughts' temple sainted, And lays to view my vulture-gnawn heart open; If I have done due homage to her eyes, And had my sighs still tending on her name; If on her love my life and honor lies, And she, th' unkindest maid, still scorns the same; Let this suffice, the world yet may see The fault is hers, though mine the hurt must be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 124 by ALFRED TENNYSON DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE |