None could ever say that she, Lesbia! was so loved by me. Never all the world around Faith so true as mine was found. If no longer it endures (Would it did!) the fault is yours. I can never think again Well of you: I try in vain. But . . . be false . . . do what you will. -- Lesbia! I must love you still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 20 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD PIANO by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE |