That selfsame tongue which first did thee entreat To link thy liking with my lucky love: That trusty tongue must now these words repeat, I love thee still, my fancy cannot move. That dreadless heart which durst attempt the thought To win thy will with mine for to consent, Maintains that vow which love in me first wrought, I love thee still, and never shall repent. That happy hand which hardily did touch, Thy tender body to my deep delight: Shall serve with sword to prove my passion such As loves thee still, much more than it can write. Thus love I still with tongue, hand, heart and all, And when I change, let vengeance on me fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EPITAPH ON JAMES GRIEVE, THE LAIRD OF BOGHEAD by ROBERT BURNS |