Alas! my love, what love appears in this? To omit the cure, which only may procure Thy client's ease? guide not thy love amiss, Lest thy neglect make thy destruction sure, And then my blood besprinkled on thy coat Will bring a horrid sound unto thy soul: I vow by Heaven that all the world shall know't; There's nothing can a firm resolve control; By Heaven I vow, and this the truth relates, Deny again, I'll die before thy gates. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAN IN A ROOM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN ODE OF ANACREON by ANACREON WINTER FANTASY by ADELE BABBITT MIRACLE by LIBERTY HYDE BAILEY THE DARK OF THE MOON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 40 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |