My heart I gave thee, not to do it pain, But to preserve, it was to thee taken; I served thee not to be forsaken, But that I should be rewarded again. I was content thy servant to remain, But not to be paid under this fashion. Now since in thee is none other reason, Displease thee not if that I do refrain. Unsatiate of my woe and thy desire, Assured be craft to excuse thy fault; But since it please thee to fain a default, Farewell, I say, parting from the fire, For he that believeth bearing in hand, Ploweth in water and soweth in the sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALBERT SCHIRDING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |