When I by thy fair shape did swear,
And mingled with each vow a tear,
I loved, I loved thee best,
I swore as I professed.
For all the while you lasted warm and pure,
My oathes too did endure.
But once turned faithless to thy self and old,
They then with thee incessantly grew cold.
I swore my self thy sacrifice
By th' ebon bows that guard thine eyes,
Which now are altered white,
And by the glorious light
Of both those stars, which of their spheres bereft,
Only the gellie's left.
Then changed thus, no more I'm bound to you,
Then swearing to a saint that proves untrue.
When I By Thy Fair Shape Did Swear
Richard Lovelace
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Poem topics: light, white, cold, tear, pure, endure, warm, shape, bound, swear, thine, saint, guard, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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