Why should'st thou swear I am forsworn Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And 'twas last night I swore to thee That fond impossibility. Have I not loved thee much and long, A tedious twelve hours' space? I should all other beauties wrong, And rob thee of a new embrace, Should I still dote upon thy face. Not but all joy in thy brown hair By others may be found; But I must search the black and fair, Like skillful min'ralists that sound For treasure in un-plowed-up ground. Then if, when I have loved my round, Thou prov'st the pleasant she, With spoils of meaner beauties crowned, I laden will return to thee, Even sated with variety. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE THE LOCKLESS DOOR by ROBERT FROST GOOD-NIGHT by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE VIOLET by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE BEACHCOMBER by MILDRED DOSCH BANTA THE PLAYERS by FRANCIS LAWRENCE BICKLEY RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 1 by ROBERT BROWNING THE FAREWELL. TO THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON by ROBERT BURNS |