Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE HEART'S COLLOQUY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE THIRD AND FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE |