WHEN I by thy fair shape did swear, And mingled with each vow a tear, I lov'd, I lov'd thee best, I swore as I profess'd; For all the while you lasted warm and pure, My oaths too did endure; But once turn'd faithless to thyself, and old, They then with thee incessantly grew cold. I swore myself thy sacrifice By th' ebon bows that guard thine eyes, Which now are alter'd white; And by the glorious light Of both those stars, of which, their spheres bereft, Only the jelly 's left. Then, changed thus, no more I'm bound to you, Than swearing to a saint that proves untrue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (B) by WILLIAM BLAKE THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL EYE-SHAPED, MOUTH-SHAPED by MARGARET AHO |