MY Dearest, To let you or the world know What debt of service I do truly owe To your unpattern'd self, were to require A language only form'd in the desire Of him that writes. It is the common fate Of greatest duties, to evaporate In silent meaning, as we often see Fires by their too much fuel smother'd be: Small obligations may find vent, and speak, When greater the unable debtor break. And such are mine to you, whose favour's store Hath made me poorer then I was before; For I want words and language to declare How strict my bond, or large your bounties are. Since nothing in my desp'rate fortune found, Can payment make, nor yet the sum compound; You must lose all, or else of force accept The body of a bankrupt for your debt. Then, Love, your bond to execution sue, And take myself, as forfeited to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A WEATHER PROPHET by JANE BARLOW AFFINITES: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND EGYPTIAN THEOSOPHY by MATHILDE BLIND IN A JAPANESE TEA GARDEN by ROBERT WOOD CLACK |