WHEN first the magic of thine eye, Usurp'd upon my liberty, Triumphing in my heart's spoil, thou Didst lock up thine in such a vow; @3When I prove false, may the bright day Be govern'd by the Moon's pale ray!@1 (As I too well remember.) This Thou said'st, and seal'dst it with a kiss. O Heavens! and could so soon that tie Relent in slack apostacy? Could all thy oaths, and mortgag'd trust, Vanish? like letters form'd in dust Which the next wind scatters. Take heed, Take heed, Revolter; know this deed Hath wrong'd the world, which will fare worse By the example than thy curse. Hide that false brow in mists. Thy shame Ne'er see light more, but the dim flame Of funeral lamps. Thus sit and moan, And learn to keep thy guilt at home. Give it no vent; for if again Thy Love or Vows betray more men, At length (I fear) thy perjur'd breath Will blow out day, and waken Death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON |