Sonnet # 60 Tis A Pity Poem by John A. Hancock

Tis a pity love tis a pity
Thou hast spurn'd me yet again
Bringing loneliness to knock upon my door
To slander thy good name
Love, why just within my sight you dissappear?
Yet still beckon me with thy siren call
Your bewitching voice seductively enticing me
Lifting my spirits only to let them fall
Are you taunting me with happiness?
Does my sadness bring you glee?
Dost thou feed upon my sorrow?
Oh how I tire of this sport beween you and me
Tis a pity love tis a pity that my trust in thee doth wane
Yet hope stills dwells within my breast whilst my faith in thee remains