SHALL I then hope when faith is fled? Can I seek love when hope is gone? Or can I live when love is dead? Poorly he lives, that can love none. Her vows are broke and I am free; She lost her faith in losing me. When I compare mine own events, When I weigh others' like annoy: All do but heap up discontents That on a beauty build their joy. Thus I of all complain, since she All faith hath lost in losing me. So my dear freedom have I gained, Through her unkindness and disgrace: Yet could I ever live enchained, As she my service did embrace. But she is changed, and I am free: Faith failing her, love died in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST THE TUFT OF KELP by HERMAN MELVILLE PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE SONG, BY -- by JAMES HAY BEATTIE ON THE NATURALIZATION BILL (2) by JOHN BYROM VERSES, SPOKEN EXTEMPORE AT THE MEETING OF A CLUB by JOHN BYROM |