Alas, dear heart, what hap had I If that I might your grace attain! And since I love you faithfully, Why should ye not love me again? Methinks of right ye should me love, For well ye know I do not feign, Nor never shall ye other prove. Therefore, sweetheart, love me again. I dare well say, if that ye knew How long that I have suffered pain, Ye would not change me for no new But even of right love me again. For as your own, ye may be sure, Ye have my heart still to remain. It lieth in you me to recure. Therefore, sweetheart, love me again. In hope I live and have done long, Trusting yet still for to obtain, And sure, methinks, I have great wrong If that I be not loved again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE YOUTH AND ART by ROBERT BROWNING TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS HEAVEN by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A CURLEW'S CALL by JANE BARLOW A WASTED MORNING by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |