Sometime I sigh, sometime I sing, Sometime I laugh, sometime mourning, As one in doubt, this is my saying: Have I displeased you in anything? Alack, what aileth you to be grieved? Right sorry am I that ye be moved; I am your own if truth be proved And by your displeasure as one mischieved. When ye be merry then am I glad, When ye be sorry then am I sad; Such grace or fortune I would I had You for to please however I were bestad. When ye be merry, why should I care? Ye are my joy and my welfare. I will you love; I will not spare Into your presence as far as I dare. All my poor heart and my love true, While life doth last I give it you; And you to serve with service due, And never to change you for no new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 16 by THOMAS CAMPION A FATE-RIDDEN WOMAN by HERMAN J. D. CARTER TO ANOTHER POET by ELLA STRATTON COLBO THE LARCH GROVE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |