METHINKS, 'tis strange you can't afford One pitying look, one parting word; Humanity claims this as due, But what's humanity to you? Cruel man! I am not blind, Your infidelity I find; Your want of love my ruin shows, My broken heart, your broken vows. Yet maugre all your rigid hate, I will be true in spite of fate; And one preeminence I'll claim, To be for ever still the same. Show me a man that dare be true, That dares to suffer what I do; That can for ever sigh unheard, And ever love without regard: I then will own your prior claim To love, to honour, and to fame; But till that time, my dear, adieu, I yet superior am to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |