Unto Thyself Be True Poem by Thomas King

Where hast thou gone?
Sweet innocents of youth
Thy reverence of purity
And subservient of truth

With poisoned treachery
Thy essence perverted
Ignorance and jealousy
Thy Inner beauty subverted

Heavy upon sharp thorn
My trust doth lie
Heart heavy with burden
Tears of anguish I now cry

Unknown to thyself
Thy sweet self dost deceive
I know not my place
To my motherhood I now bereave

How sweet and lovely
Dost thou make the shame
Never say that I was false of heart
As easy might I suffer myself the blame.

This I do vow,
And this shall ever be;
I will be true, and love eternal
Despite thy betrayal of thee.