Elizabeth Barrett Browning: The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath To love me, I looked forward to the moon To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon And quickly tied to make a lasting troth. Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe; And, looking on myself, I seemed not one For such man's love!—more like an out-of-tune Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste, Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note. I did not wrong myself so, but I placed A wrong on thee.  For perfect strains may float 'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,— And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.