RESPECT my faith, regard my service past; The hope you winged call home to you at last. Great price it is that I in you shall gain, So great for you hath been my loss and pain. My wits I spent and time for you alone, Observing you and losing all for one. Some raised to rich estates in this time are, That held their hopes to mine, inferior far: Such, scoffing me, or pitying me, say thus, 'Had he not loved, he might have lived like us.' O then, dear sweet, for love and pity's sake My faith reward and from me scandal take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR LITTLE BROTHER'S STORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SWEET CLOVER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG |