Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

Constancy - Poem by Lord John Wilmot

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.

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  • (1/21/2016 9:54:00 AM)

    ......flows beautifully....especially like this line ★
    I cannot change, as others do,
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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