RESPECT my faith, regard my service past; The hope you winged call home to you at last. Great price it is that I in you shall gain, So great for you hath been my loss and pain. My wits I spent and time for you alone, Observing you and losing all for one. Some raised to rich estates in this time are, That held their hopes to mine, inferior far: Such, scoffing me, or pitying me, say thus, 'Had he not loved, he might have lived like us.' O then, dear sweet, for love and pity's sake My faith reward and from me scandal take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES MINDEN HOUSE by WILLIAM BARNES THE FOUNTAIN OF PITY by HENRY BATAILLE CHRISTMAS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN ELEGIAC STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF SIR PETER PARKER, BART. by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |