I WOULD not buy my happiness At price of thine, My words shall only come to bless This other newer love of thine, And I will lay no bitter stress On the forgotten promise of thy love, But rather shall this sad sweet memory prove Comfort in my so great distress, It once was mine. Thy newer love shall have from me No thought of hate, But whoso can awake in thee A love that seems to me so great, Shall higher in my honour be, As being raised by thee to so much height. Ah! no, I will not whisper of my right, I bear my sorrow, be thou free,-- I blame but fate. My fate, O God! my fate to know This agony, To hold long combating with woe, Struggling to hide it from all eye, Nor pain thee with a mournful brow-- I will not vex thee with my misery, I will not chide at thine inconstancy: Be happy still, as thou art now, And pass me by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES THE PATRIOT; AN OLD STORY by ROBERT BROWNING ON A LADY WHO FANCIED HERSELF A BEAUTY by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO MRS. FRANCES-ARABELLA KELLY by MARY BARBER BRUCE: IN PRAISE OF FREEDOM by JOHN BARBOUR |