WERE my heart as some men's are, thy errors would not move me; But thy faults I curious find and speak because I love thee: Patience is a thing divine and far, I grant, above me. Foes sometimes befriend us more, our blacker deeds objecting, Than th' obsequious bosom guest, with false respect affecting. Friendship is the Glass of Truth, our hidden stains detecting. While I use of eyes enjoy and inward light of reason, Thy observer will I be and censor, but in season: Hidden mischief to conceal in State and Love is treason. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEPARTURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'FRANCKLIN'S IS FLED AWAY' by PATRICK CAREY SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 119 by BLISS CARMAN THE WATCHERS (OLD AND NEW) by HENRY CHAPPELL LAUREL IN THE BERKSHIRES by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY PROEM TO THE BUCCANEER by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) |