Myraphil, 'tis true, I loved, and you loved me; My thoughts as narrow as my heart then were, Which made change seem impossible to be, Thinking one place could not two bodies bear. This was but earnest youth's simplicity, To fathom nature within passion's wit, Which thinks her earnestness eternity, Till self-delight makes change look thorough it. You banished were, I grieved, but languished not, For worth was free and of affection sure; So that time must be vain, or you forgot, Nature and love, no vacuum can endure; I found desert, and to desert am true, Still dealing by it, as I dealt by you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD by RANDALL PARRISH |