Love, I did send you forth enameled fair With hope, and gave you seisin and livery Of beauty's sky, which you did claim as heir, By object's and desire's affinity. And do you now return lean with despair? Wounded with rival's war, scorched with jealousy? Hence changeling; love doth no such colors wear; Find sureties, or at honor's sessions die. Sir, know me for your own, I only bear Faith's ensign, which is shame and misery; My paradise, and Adam's diverse were; His fall was knowledge, mine simplicity. What shall I do, Sir? do me prentice bind To knowledge, honor, fame or honesty, Let me no longer follow womenkind Where change doth use all shapes of tyranny, And I no more will stir this earthly dust Wherein I lose my name to take on lust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |