'AND MY TRUE FAITH CAN ALTER NEVER, THOUGH THOU ART GONE PERHAPS FOREVER.' AND 'thy true faith can alter never?' -- Indeed it lasted for a -- week! I know the length of Love's forever, And just expected such a freak. In peace we met, in peace we parted, In peace we vow'd to meet again, And though I find thee fickle-hearted No pang of mine shall make thee vain. One gone -- 't was time to seek a second; In sooth 't were hard to blame thy haste. And whatsoe'er thy love be reckon'd, At least thou hast improved in taste: Though one was young, the next was younger, His love was new, mine too well known -- And what might make the charm still stronger, The youth was present, I was flown. Seven days and nights of single sorrow! Too much for human constancy! A fortnight past, why then to-morrow His turn is come to follow me: And if each week you change a lover, And so have acted heretofore, Before a year or two is over We'll form a very pretty corps. Adieu, fair thing! without upbraiding I fain would take a decent leave; Thy beauty still survives unfading, And undeceived may long deceive. With him unto thy bosom dearer Enjoy the moments as they flee; I only wish his love sincerer Than thy young heart has been to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON REVAMPING THE VIRGIN by KAREN SWENSON SONNET TO HIS FRIEND R.L. IN PRAISE OF MUSIQUE AND POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD FREEDOM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ENGLAND AND AMERICA: 1. ON A RHINE STEAMER by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN |