YES, METHINKS THAT I COULD .

I.

Yes , methinks that I could without weeping resign
Both thy beautiful eyes, though so fondly they languish;
And thy lips, though they often have murmured to mine
The soft tones of delight, I could lose — without anguish!

II.

To be brief: thou hast held so ungentle a sway
O'er the heart that was given by Love to thy keeping,
That at length from thy chains it hath stolen away,
And methinks. I might learn — to lose ALL without weeping!