Since I have promised, I am more than one: My promise is a portion of my soul, A loved or hated yet authentic son; And I without his wholeness am not whole. If I deny him, I deny my own; If I neglect him, I myself am wronged; When I walk forth, no more am I alone, And his is all that once to me belonged. In his dishonor, what is my disgrace! And in his glory, how am I renowned! Ah, when the King shall bow and kiss his face, May I with him be honored, kissed, and crowned! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: WOMEN'S CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT THE HAPPY FOOL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS by HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT |