IF she forsake me, I must die: Shall I tell her so? Alas, then straight she will reply, 'No, no, no, no, no!' If I disclose my desperate state, She will but make sport thereat, And more unrelenting grow. What heart can long such pains abide? Fie upon this love! I would venture far and wide, If it would remove. But Love will still my steps pursue, I cannot his ways eschew: Thus still helpless hopes I prove. I do my love in lines commend, But, alas, in vain; The costly gifts, that I do send, She returns again: Thus still is my despair procured, And her malice more assured: Then come, Death, and end my pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE [DECEMBER 2O, 1860] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET: 94 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |