Ye know my heart, my lady dear, That since the time I was your thrall I have been yours both whole and clear, Though my reward hath been but small: So am I yet and more than all, And ye know well how I have served; As if ye prove it shall appear How well, how long, How faithfully, And suffered wrong How patiently! Then since that I have never swerved, Let not my pains be undeserved. Ye know also, though ye say nay, That you alone are my desire; And you alone it is that may Assuage my fervent flaming fire; Succor me then I you require. Ye know it were a just request, Since ye do cause my heat, I say, If that I burn, That ye will warm, And not to turn All to my harm, Sending such flame from frozen breast Against all right for my unrest. And I know well how frowardly Ye have mistaken my true intent And hitherto how wrongfully I have found cause for to repent. But death shall rid me readily If your hard heart do not relent; And I know well all this ye know, That I and mine And all I have Ye may assign To spill or save. Why are ye then so cruel foe, Unto your own that loveth you so? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I A TRIBUTE TO DAD by CLARA MCKEE BEEDE IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM LEGGETT by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LAME CHILD by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR GETTING UP THE WINTER WOOD IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |