But do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine, And life no longer than thy love will stay, For it depends upon that love of thine. Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, When in the least of them my life hath end. I see a better state to me belongs Than that which on thy humour doth depend; Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind, Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie. O, what a happy title do I find, Happy to have thy love, happy to die! But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORMING OF STONY POINT [JULY 16, 1779] by ARTHUR GUITERMAN SIMON LEGREE: NEGRO SERMON; MEMORIAL TO BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY TO A STEAM ROLLER by MARIANNE MOORE WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE DANGER OF DISCONTENT by E.-G. BAYFIELD THE BLAZING HEART by ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 17. AN ELEGY by THOMAS CAMPION |