Alas, whence came this change of looks? If I Have changed desert, let mine own conscience be A still felt plague, to self condemning me: Let woe gripe on my heart, shame load mine eye. But if all faith, like spotless ermine, lie Safe in my soul, which only doth to thee (As his sole object of felicity) With wings of love in air of wonder fly, O ease your hand, treat not so hard your slave; In justice pains come not till faults do call; Or if I needs, sweet judge, must torments have, Use something else to chasten me withal Than those blessed eyes, where all my hopes do dwell. No doom should make one's heaven become his hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON FOUR THINGS [TO DO] by HENRY VAN DYKE MEN OF WAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |