You for whom love is a plaything, you Without its melancholy or regret, Go ply your woman's trade: Adieu! You who can forget, forget! I do not feel the searching claw Of hatred, bitterness, or fret. In your eyes I never saw Faith, so naught bleeds in my soul. Woman, obey the olden law. Regild, repaint, your standard-pole, Watch how your desires flow, Seek some fool and his after-dole. Light heart, empty heart, adieu! Go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER PSALM 34. BENEDICAM DOMINO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |