Classic Poem

No Love to be Despised

  Iol. I laugh at thy base verse.
  Jul. That is not well.
You should have mercy on my desperate pain.
Disdain'st thou? Well,—so be it! I will love
Through all misfortune; even through thy disdain.
I've striven—for years—against this frightful woe,
Though thou didst never know't. The lonely Night
Has seen me wander midst her silent hours,
Darker than they, with my too great despair;
And the poor rhymes, which thou dost scorn so much,
Were dug out of my heart!—ay, forced, at times,
Through burning, blinding tears! Dost thou despise
A love like this? A lady should not scorn
One soul that loves her, howe'er lowly it be.
Love is an offering of the whole heart, Madam,
A sacrifice of all that poor life hath;
And he who gives his ‘all,’—whate'er that be,
Gives greatly,—and deserveth no one's scorn!Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems