MY Dearest, To let you or the world know What debt of service I do truly owe To your unpattern'd self, were to require A language only form'd in the desire Of him that writes. It is the common fate Of greatest duties, to evaporate In silent meaning, as we often see Fires by their too much fuel smother'd be: Small obligations may find vent, and speak, When greater the unable debtor break. And such are mine to you, whose favour's store Hath made me poorer then I was before; For I want words and language to declare How strict my bond, or large your bounties are. Since nothing in my desp'rate fortune found, Can payment make, nor yet the sum compound; You must lose all, or else of force accept The body of a bankrupt for your debt. Then, Love, your bond to execution sue, And take myself, as forfeited to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FACADE: 2. THE BAT by EDITH SITWELL IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY |