Classic Poem

You'll ask, perhaps, wherefore I stay,
Loving so much, so long away.
O do not think 'twas I did part,
It was my body, not my heart;
For like a compass in your love
One foot is fixed and cannot move;
Th' other may follow the blind guide
Of giddy Fortune, but not slide
Beyond your service, nor dares venture
To wander far from you, the centre.