WHY should I love, where others would despise? Why idly hope thou still may'st love me best?— When every act doth wear a bold disguise, And other friendships seem to stir thy breast! And yet, to look but once within those eyes, So darkly beautiful, so purely true, I, for my doubts, can but myself chastise, Who could of thee such bitter thoughts review. Have I no meed of dignity or pride That I must fall to thinking foul of thee? Shall jealous fears with my strong love abide? Shall others' faith fix bounds of faith for me? No, tho' mine eyes should tell me thou hadst I ied, Their light I'd quench to prove thy constancy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |