WHEN I by thy fair shape did swear, And mingled with each vow a tear, I lov'd, I lov'd thee best, I swore as I profess'd; For all the while you lasted warm and pure, My oaths too did endure; But once turn'd faithless to thyself, and old, They then with thee incessantly grew cold. I swore myself thy sacrifice By th' ebon bows that guard thine eyes, Which now are alter'd white; And by the glorious light Of both those stars, of which, their spheres bereft, Only the jelly 's left. Then, changed thus, no more I'm bound to you, Than swearing to a saint that proves untrue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCTURUS IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR SCORN NOT THE LEAST by ROBERT SOUTHWELL AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |