When I did goe from thee, I felt that smart, Which Bodies do, when Souls from them depart. Thou did'st not mind it; though thou then might'st see Me turn'd to tears; yet did'st not weep for me. 'Tis true, I kist thee; but I co'd not heare Thee spend a sigh, t'accompany my teare. Me thought 'twas strange, that thou so hard sho'dst prove, Whose heart, whose hand, whose ev'ry part spake love. Prethee (lest Maids sho'd censure thee) but say Thou shed'st one teare, when as I went away; And that will please me somewhat: though I know, And Love will swear't, my Dearest did not so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY MARIPOSA by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY NOCTURNE IN A DESERTED BRICKYARD by CARL SANDBURG SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) |