Myraphil, 'tis true, I loved, and you loved me; My thoughts as narrow as my heart then were, Which made change seem impossible to be, Thinking one place could not two bodies bear. This was but earnest youth's simplicity, To fathom nature within passion's wit, Which thinks her earnestness eternity, Till self-delight makes change look thorough it. You banished were, I grieved, but languished not, For worth was free and of affection sure; So that time must be vain, or you forgot, Nature and love, no vacuum can endure; I found desert, and to desert am true, Still dealing by it, as I dealt by you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE ENTERED APPRENTICES' SONG by MATTHEW BIRKHEAD |