I Farewell, ungrateful Traitor, Farewell, my perjured Swain, Let never injured Creature Believe a Man again. The Pleasure of Possessing Surpasses all Expressing, But 'tis too short a Blessing, And Love too long a Pain. II 'Tis easy to deceive us In Pity of your Pain, But when we love you leave us To rail at you in vain. Before we have descried it There is no Bliss beside it, But she that once tried it Will never love again. III The Passion you pretended Was only to obtain But when the Charm is ended The Charmer you disdain. Your Love by ours we measure Till we have lost our Treasure, But dying is a Pleasure, When Living is a Pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LOVE-SICK FROG by MOTHER GOOSE THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 127 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: IMR EL KAIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |