How careful was I, when I took my way, Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are, Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief, Thou, best of dearest and mine only care, Art left the prey of every vulgar thief. Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest, Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art, Within the gentle closure of my breast, From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part; And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear, For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY PRETTY ROSE TREE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING WORDS ARE NEVER ENOUGH by CHARLES TORY BRUCE THE MONK AND THE PEASANT by MARGARET E. BRUNER TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 9. THE PRECEPTOR HUSBAND by GEORGE CRABBE |