I know your lips are bought like any fruit; I know your love, and of your love the root; I know your kisses toll for love that dies In kissing, to be buried in your eyes; I know I am degraded for your sake, And that my shame will not so much as make Your glory, or be reckoned in the debt Of memories you are mindful to forget. All this I know, and, knowing it, I come Delighted to my daily martyrdom; And, rich in love beyond the common store, Become for you a beggar, to implore The broken crumbs that from your table fall, Freely, in your indifference, on all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AFTER A JOURNEY by THOMAS HARDY A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY A RECEIPT TO CURE THE VAPOURS by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU NORTHERN CALIFORNIA NIGHT (STRAITS OF CARQUINEZ) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |