The Excuse

by Sir Walter Raleigh

Calling to mind, my eyes went long about
  To cause my heart to forsake my breast,
All in a rage I sought to pull them out,
  As who had been such traitors to my rest:
What could they say to win again my grace?—
Forsooth, that they had seen my mistress' face.

Another time, my heart I called to mind,—
  Thinking that he this woe on me had brought,
Because that he to love his force resigned,
  When of such wars my fancy never thought:
What could he say when I would him have slain?—
That he was hers, and had forgone my chain.

At last, when I perceived both eyes and heart
  Excuse themselves, as guiltless of my ill,
I found myself the cause of all my smart,
  And told myself that I myself would kill:
Yet when I saw myself to you was true,
I loved myself, because myself loved you.


Monadnock Valley Press > Raleigh