Lyric
Be patient, Sweet. ForbearYour power to keep me true.O let me laugh a whileWith warmer loves than you,
That I may tire at lastOf change which will not ceaseAnd long to trade life's charmsFor your one gift of peace.
Come then with kiss that doomsAll other loves that call,And glad in your embraceI shall forget them all.
From In Praise of Chastity. Reprinted with permission of Kathleen Forsythe, Cogswell's literary executor. Back to Selected Poems