KNOW, falsest Man, as my love was Greater than thine, or thy desert, My scorn shall likewise thine surpass, And thus I tear thee from my heart. Thou art so far my love below, That than my anger thou art less; I neither love nor quarrel now, But pity thy unworthiness. Go join, before thou think to wed, Thy heart and tongue in wedlock's knot: Can peace be reaped from his bed, Who with himself accordeth not? Go learn to weigh thy words upon The balance of reality, And having that perfection Attain'd, come then, and I'll scorn thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN MARSYAS by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN CARMEN SYLVA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS VERSES DESIGNED TO BE SENT TO MR. ADAMS by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |