How dare I, Juliet, in love's kindness be Your counsellor for these mad days of war, I, a sworn Montagu, to liberty Bound by all oaths which men least lightly swear? How shall I aid you, who enlisted are In a strange camp, 'neath a strange captaincy, Nor urge rebellion to that lurid star Which mocks the captive nations held in fee? —Nay, bid me not thus falsify my griefs. I cannot turn my creed nor change my King. Around me crumble my life's last beliefs, But in the wreck of faiths to faith I cling. Lo, this my message is, till Time shall die, "Though all abandon these, yet never I." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING FORWARD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO CATULLUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WORK AND CONTEMPLATION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ASOLANDO: DEVELOPMENT by ROBERT BROWNING MAGICAL NATURE by ROBERT BROWNING |