SWEET love with skill dissembled, sweet disdain, Sweet childish wrath, unsanctioned by the heart; Sweet exile, self-imposed with secret smart, To see me not, nor write, and anger feign. Sweet friendship often lost, then found again, Sweet when I visits pay to stand apart; Nor bow, nor look, but with transparent art Pretend that others of more worth detain. Sweet friendship interchanged with waywardness, Much to disguise, and only half express, To call me fickle, void of loyalty. To blame my conscience, disallow my faith, My heart can bear no worse, no sharper scathe; For to denying faith is heresy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETIMES by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. PROMETHEUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |