Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be? Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken, And my next self thou harder hast engross'd: Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken; A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd. Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward, But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail; Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard; Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol: And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee, Perforce am thine, and all that is in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO WILLIAM SIMPSON OF OCHILTREE by ROBERT BURNS A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON EASTER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN PSALM 83 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |