And must we part, because some say, Loud is our love, and loose our play, And more then well becomes the day? Alas for pitty! and for us Most innocent, and injur'd thus. Had we kept close, or play'd within, Suspition now had been the sinne, And shame had follow'd long ere this, T'ave plagu'd, what now unpunisht is. But we as fearlesse of the Sunne, As faultlesse; will not wish undone, What now is done: since where no sin Unbolts the doore, no shame comes in. Then comely and most fragrant Maid, Be you more warie, then afraid Of these Reports; because you see The fairest most suspected be. The common formes have no one eye, Or eare of burning jealousie To follow them: but chiefly, where Love makes the cheek, and chin a sphere To dance and play in: (Trust me) there Suspicion questions every haire. Come, you are faire; and sho'd be seen While you are in your sprightfull green: And what though you had been embrac't By me, were you for that unchast? No, no, no more then is yond' Moone, Which shining in her perfect Noone; In all that great and glorious light, Continues cold, as is the night. Then, beauteous Maid, you may retire; And as for me, my chast desire Shall move t'wards you; although I see Your face no more: So live you free From Fames black lips, as you from me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OWL CRITIC by JAMES THOMAS FIELDS TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP A BURIAL-PLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE YOUNG BROTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHRISTOPHER SMART by ROBERT BROWNING |