If beauty thus be clouded with a frown, That pity shines no comfort to my bliss, And vapors of disdain so overgrown That my life's light thus wholly darkened is, Why should I more molest the world with cries, The air with sighs, the earth below with tears? Since I live hateful to those ruthless eyes, Vexing with untuned moan her dainty ears. If I have loved her dearer than my breath, My breath that calls the heav'ns to witness it, And still must hold her dear till after death; And if that all this cannot move a whit, Yet let her say that she hath done me wrong To use me thus and know I loved so long. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LYMAN KING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG |