My love took scorn my service to retain Wherein me thought she used cruelty, Since with goodwill I lost my liberty To follow her which causeth all my pain. Might never care cause me for to refrain, But only this, which is extremity, Giving me naught, alas, not to agree That as I was her man I might remain. But since that thus ye list to order me, That would have been your servant true and fast, Displease thee not, my doting days be past And with my loss to leave I must agree; For as there is a certain time to rage, So is there time such madness to assuage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: EPILOGUE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS BACCHUS AND THE FROGS by ARISTOPHANES ON BEING ASKED IF ONE WAS A NUMBER, REPLY TO MR. HOUGHTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BLEAKE'S HOUSE IN BLACKMWORE by WILLIAM BARNES THE LAST OF AUTUMN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |