DEJECTED, as true converts die, But yet with fervent thoughts inflam'd, So fairest! at your feet I lie, Of all my sex's faults asham'd. Too long, alas! have I abus'd Love's innocent and sacred flame, And that divinest power have us'd To laugh at as an idle name. But since so freely I confess A crime which may your scorn produce, Allow me now to make it less By any just and fair excuse. I then did vulgar joys pursue, Variety was all my bliss; But ignorant of love and you, How could I choose but do amiss? If ever now my wandering eyes Seek out amusements as before; If e'er I look, but to despise Such charms, and value yours the more; May sad remorse and guilty shame, Revenge your wrongs on faithless me; And, what I tremble ev'n to name, May I lose all in losing thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOOD COUNSEL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THOU LIGHT OF LIFE by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX SONNET: AM I TO LOSE YOU? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 148 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LOVE'S WORD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE GHOSTS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE CURFEW TOWER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'I'LL HAVE MY LOVE, OR I'LL HAVE ONE' by PATRICK CAREY |