Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I am save to love's self alone. Were you not lovely I would leave you now; After the feet of beauty fly my own. Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, And water ever to my wildest thirst, I would desert you--think not but I would!-- And seek another as I sought you first. But you are mobile as the veering air, And all your charms more changeful than the tide, Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: I have but to continue at your side. So wanton, light and false, my love, are you, I am most faithless when I most am true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CUMNOR HALL by WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE THE LAME SHEPHERD by KATHARINE LEE BATES MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 37 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |