You for whom love is a plaything, you Without its melancholy or regret, Go ply your woman's trade: Adieu! You who can forget, forget! I do not feel the searching claw Of hatred, bitterness, or fret. In your eyes I never saw Faith, so naught bleeds in my soul. Woman, obey the olden law. Regild, repaint, your standard-pole, Watch how your desires flow, Seek some fool and his after-dole. Light heart, empty heart, adieu! Go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN SECOND MARRIAGE by EMMA RIGBY COLEMAN NOVEMBER TREES by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY IN THE GARDEN (2) by EMILY DICKINSON TO THE COUNTESS OF BEDFORD (2) by JOHN DONNE THE KIND KEEPER, OR LIMBERHAM: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN |