I CANNOT change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you For you alone was born. No, Phillis, no; your heart to move A surer way I'll try; And, to revenge my slighted love, Will still love on and die. When kill'd with grief Amyntas lies, And you to mind shall call The sighs that now unpitied rise, The tears that vainly fall -- That welcome hour, that ends this smart, Will then begin your pain; For such a faithful tender heart Can never break in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS by RICHARD CRASHAW SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE THE BALLAD OF CHICKAMAUGA [SEPTEMBER 19-20, 1863] by JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON VERSES FOR CHILDREN: MAPLE TREE by ZEDA K. AILES PSALM 5. VERBA MEA AURIBUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |