I WELL, cruel Mistress, though you're too unkind, Since thus my banishment's by you design'd, I go, but with you leave my heart behind. II A truer heart, I'm sure you never wore, 'Tis the best treasure of the blind God's store, And, truly, you can justly ask no more. III Then blame me not, if curious to know, I ask, on what fair limb you will bestow The Token, that my zeal presents you now? IV I shall expect so great an interest For such a gift, as t' have that Gem possest, Not of your cabinet, but of your breast. V There fixed, 'twill glory in its blessed remove, And flaming by degrees a vigil prove, Icy disdain to thaw, nay, kindle love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY A SUMMER SUMMARY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD GRIEVE NOT, LADIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH OUR LADY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |