Your love and pity doth the impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill, So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow? You are my all the world, and I must strive To know my shames and praises from your tongue: None else to me, nor I to none alive, That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong. In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others' voices, that my adder's sense To critic and to flatterer stopped are. Mark how with my neglect I do dispense: You are so strongly in my purpose bred That all the world besides methinks are dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE |