SHALL I then hope when faith is fled? Can I seek love when hope is gone? Or can I live when love is dead? Poorly he lives, that can love none. Her vows are broke and I am free; She lost her faith in losing me. When I compare mine own events, When I weigh others' like annoy: All do but heap up discontents That on a beauty build their joy. Thus I of all complain, since she All faith hath lost in losing me. So my dear freedom have I gained, Through her unkindness and disgrace: Yet could I ever live enchained, As she my service did embrace. But she is changed, and I am free: Faith failing her, love died in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HER EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON NO EXEMPTION FOR TOURISTS by KAREN SWENSON |