KNOW, falsest Man, as my love was Greater than thine, or thy desert, My scorn shall likewise thine surpass, And thus I tear thee from my heart. Thou art so far my love below, That than my anger thou art less; I neither love nor quarrel now, But pity thy unworthiness. Go join, before thou think to wed, Thy heart and tongue in wedlock's knot: Can peace be reaped from his bed, Who with himself accordeth not? Go learn to weigh thy words upon The balance of reality, And having that perfection Attain'd, come then, and I'll scorn thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY TO A CONTEMPORARY BUNKSHOOTER by CARL SANDBURG BOTHWELL: PART 3 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO KEEP THE PEACE by DANIEL GARNETT BICKERS TO AN OLD SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SUBSTITUTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HERE LIES PIERROT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. OF ALL THE SUFFERING by EDWARD CARPENTER |