Constancy

I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain, that sighs for you
For you alone was born.
No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move
A surer way I'll try:
And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.

When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies;
And you to mind shall call
The sighs that now unpitied rise;
The tears that vainly fall:
That welcome hour that ends this smart,
Will then begin your pain;
For such a faithful, tender heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.

by Lord John Wilmot

Comments (16)

Interesting poem.like it
Such loveliest words from a CLASSIC Poet who became only 33 years young. A perfect choice as a CLASSIC POEM of The DAY! Milliards of Votes endlessly. CONGRATULATIONS for the Honored Decents of Lord John Wilmot. Sincerely from Sylvia Frances Chan, Dutch Poetess.
intelligent selection of words, beautiful expression of feelings...overall a lovely piece! thank you post for sharing!
Very beautifully written- -smooth as silk- -very effortless sounding. My only reservation is that it sounds to me like he is trying to shame the lady into reciprocating his love... which I suppose is just as valid a topic as any other.
- - -For such a faithful, tender heart Can never break, can never break in vain.- - - A wonderful read.
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