Author Thomas Howell To syfte my fate in forrein soyle, a time though I depart: Yet distaunce none, ne tyme, nor toyle shall pluck from thee my hart. But as I earst vnfaynedly, haue vowde me wholy thyne: So will I stande assuredly, howe ere the worlde enclyne. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments