DEPOSE your finger of that ring, And crown mine with't awhile. Now I restore't---Pray does it bring Back with it more of soil? Or shines it not as innocent, As honest, as before 'twas lent? So then enrich me with that treasure Will but increase your store, And please me, fair one, with that pleasure Must please you still the more: Not to save others is a curse The blackest, when y' are ne'er the worse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM HERVEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE WOOING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY AT A SOLEMN MUSIC by JOHN MILTON |