TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS - George Canning J. H. Frere Poems

 
 

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TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS

When thou, poor excommunicate
      From all the joys of love, shalt see
The full reward and glorious fate
      Which my strong faith shall purchase me,
      Then curse thine own inconstancy.

A fairer hand than thine shall cure
      That heart, which thy false oaths did wound;
And to my soul, a soul more pure
      Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound,
      And both with equal glory crown'd.

Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain
      To Love, as I did once to thee;
When all thy tears shall be as vain
      As mine were then, for thou shalt be
      Damn'd for thy false apostasy.