I HAVE I lov'd my Fair so long, Six Olympiads at least, And to youth and beauty's wrong, On virtue's single interest, To be at last with scorn oppress'd? II Have I lov'd that space so true, Without looking once awry, Lest I might prove false to you, To whom I vow'd fidelity, To be repay'd with cruelty? III Were you not, oh Sweet! confess, Willing to be so belov'd? Favour gave my flame increase, By which it still aspiring mov'd, And had gone out, if disapprov'd. IV Whence then can this change proceed? Say; or whither does it tend? That false heart will one day bleed, When it has brought so true a friend To cruel and untimely end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN NURSING HOME: THE VISIT by KAREN SWENSON WHERE MY BOOKS GO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |