Why do'st thou wound, & break my heart? As if we sho'd for ever part? Hast thou not heard an Oath from me, After a day, or two, or three, I wo'd come back and live with thee? Take, if thou do'st distrust, that Vowe; This second Protestation now. Upon thy cheeke that spangel'd Teare, Which sits as Dew of Roses there: That Teare shall scarce be dri'd before Ile kisse the Threshold of thy dore. Then weepe not sweet; but thus much know, I'm halfe return'd before I go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN KNOW THYSELF by WILLIAM ARBUTHNOT OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK THE PASSER-BY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ASOLANDO: 'IMPERANTE AUGUSTO NATUS EST' by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SONG by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |