My heart I gave thee, not to do it pain, But to preserve, it was to thee taken; I served thee not to be forsaken, But that I should be rewarded again. I was content thy servant to remain, But not to be paid under this fashion. Now since in thee is none other reason, Displease thee not if that I do refrain. Unsatiate of my woe and thy desire, Assured be craft to excuse thy fault; But since it please thee to fain a default, Farewell, I say, parting from the fire, For he that believeth bearing in hand, Ploweth in water and soweth in the sand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW THE QUEEN FORGETS by GEORGE STERLING A WORD TO THE WEST END by THOMAS ASHE CEDARS OF LEBANON AT WARWICK CASTLE by MATHILDE BLIND DAY AND NIGHT by RUPERT BROOKE CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE DIRGE OF SY. MALO by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. I HEAR THY CALL, MYSTERIOUS BEING by EDWARD CARPENTER |