Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip service is not loving; Let thy faith speak for thee. Swear not to me that nothing can divide us -- So little such oaths mean. But when distrust and envy creep beside us, Let them not come between. Say not to me the depths of thy devotion Are deeper than the sea; But watch, lest doubt or some unkind emotion Embitter them for thee. Vow not to love me ever and forever, Words are such idle things; But when we differ in opinions, never Hurt me by little stings. I'm sick of words: they are so lightly spoken, And spoken, are but air. I'd rather feel thy trust in me unbroken Than list thy words so fair. If all the little proofs of trust are heeded, If thou art always kind, No sacrifice, no promise will be needed To satisfy my mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN PAULO POST ORDINATIONEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 2. JAMES MACNEIL WHISTLER by KARL W. BIGELOW ECHOES OF SPRING: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND |