ONE loves me though his homage I disdain; And one for whom I languish mocks my smile. To double torment thus doth pride beguile. And make me loathe and love at once in vain; On him who honors casting wanton stain, And hazarding to be esteemed vile By wooing where I am not sought, the while I waste the patience of a gentler swain. So must I fear despite to my good fame; For here with vanity, with conscience there, My blushing cheeks betray my needless shame: 'Tis I am guilty towards this guiltless pair. For shame! to court a light-love's woeful name, And leave an earnest lover to despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE TWO VOICES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |