Still do the stars impart their light To those that travel in the night; Still time runs on, nor doth the hand Or shadow on the dial stand; The streams still glide and constant are: Only thy mind Untrue I find, Which carelessly Neglects to be Like stream or shadow, hand or star. Fool that I am! I do recall My words, and swear thou'rt like them all, Thou seem'st like stars to nourish fire, But O how cold is thy desire! And like the hand upon the brass Thou point'st at me In mockery; If I come nigh Shade-like thou'lt fly, And as the stream with murmur pass.
This poem is in the public domain.
William Cartwright was an English poet and dramatist. His poems and plays were collected in Comedies, Tragi-Comedies, with Other Poems (Humphrey Moseley) in 1651. He passed away in Oxford, England, on November 29, 1643.
Date Published: 1651-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/falsehood