Alas, whence came this change of looks? If I Have changed desert, let mine own conscience be A still felt plague, to self condemning me: Let woe gripe on my heart, shame load mine eye. But if all faith, like spotless ermine, lie Safe in my soul, which only doth to thee (As his sole object of felicity) With wings of love in air of wonder fly, O ease your hand, treat not so hard your slave; In justice pains come not till faults do call; Or if I needs, sweet judge, must torments have, Use something else to chasten me withal Than those blessed eyes, where all my hopes do dwell. No doom should make one's heaven become his hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE NEW TIMON AND THE POETS by ALFRED TENNYSON INSULTING BEAUTY by JOHN WILMOT THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM YULE-SONG: A MEMORY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SIC VOS NON VOBIS by ADA CAMBRIDGE BEST, TO THE BEST by ALICE CARY |