Sol Amor

XXXI. The first time that the sun rose on thine Oath To love me, I looked forward to the Moon. Too slack a hold on bonds which seem too Sick, And quickly tied to me colossing draw. Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe; And, looking on thyself, I seemed not one For such man's love, and more like than thou Have two. Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note. I did not wrong myself so, but I placed Ill wrong on thee; for perfect strains may float 'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced, And great souls, at one stroke, May do and don't.