1Take back your suit.
2It came when I was weary and distraught
3With hunger. Could I guess the fruit you brought?
4I ate in mere desire of any food,
5Nibbled its edge, and nowhere found it good.
6Take back your suit.
7Take back your love.
8It is a bird poach’d from my neighbor’s wood:
9Its wings are wet with tears, its beak with blood.
10'Tis a strange fowl with feathers like a crow:
11Death's raven, it may be, for all we know.
12Take back your love.
13Take back your gifts.
14False is the hand that gave them; and the mind
15That plann’d them, as a hawk spread in the wind
16To poise and snatch the trembling mouse below,
17To ruin where it dares—and then to go.
18Take back your gifts.
19Take back your vows.
20Elsewhere you trimm’d and taught these lamps to burn;
21You bring them stale and dim to serve my turn.
22You lit those candles in another shrine,
23Gutter’d and cold you offer them on mine.
24Take back your vows.
25Take back your words.
26What is your love? Leaves on a woodland plain,
27Where some are running and where some remain.
28What is your faith? Straws on a mountain height,
29Dancing like demons on Walpurgis night.
30Take back your words.
31Take back your lies.
32Have them again: they wore a rainbow face,
33Hollow with sin and leprous with disgrace:
34Their tongue was like a mellow turret bell
35To toll hearts burning into wide-lipp’d hell.
36Take back your lies.
37Take back your kiss.
38Shall I be meek, and lend my lips again
39To let this adder daub them with his stain?
40Shall I turn cheek to answer, when I hate?
41You kiss like Judas in the garden gate!
42Take back your kiss.
43Take back delight,
44A paper boat launch’d on a heaving pool
45To please a child, and folded by a fool;
46The wild elms roar’d: it sail’d—a yard or more.
47Out went our ship, but never came to shore.
48Take back delight.
49Take back your wreath.
50Has it done service on a fairer brow?
51Fresh, was it folded round her bosom snow?
52Her cast-off weed my breast will never wear:
53Your word is "love me." My reply, "despair!"
54Take back your wreath.
1Take back your suit.
2It came when I was weary and distraught
3With hunger. Could I guess the fruit you brought?
4I ate in mere desire of any food,
5Nibbled its edge, and nowhere found it good.
6Take back your suit.
7Take back your love.
8It is a bird poach’d from my neighbor’s wood:
9Its wings are wet with tears, its beak with blood.
10'Tis a strange fowl with feathers like a crow:
11Death's raven, it may be, for all we know.
12Take back your love.
13Take back your gifts.
14False is the hand that gave them; and the mind
15That plann’d them, as a hawk spread in the wind
16To poise and snatch the trembling mouse below,
17To ruin where it dares—and then to go.
18Take back your gifts.
19Take back your vows.
20Elsewhere you trimm’d and taught these lamps to burn;
21You bring them stale and dim to serve my turn.
22You lit those candles in another shrine,
23Gutter’d and cold you offer them on mine.
24Take back your vows.
25Take back your words.
26What is your love? Leaves on a woodland plain,
27Where some are running and where some remain.
28What is your faith? Straws on a mountain height,
29Dancing like demons on Walpurgis night.
30Take back your words.
31Take back your lies.
32Have them again: they wore a rainbow face,
33Hollow with sin and leprous with disgrace:
34Their tongue was like a mellow turret bell
35To toll hearts burning into wide-lipp’d hell.
36Take back your lies.
37Take back your kiss.
38Shall I be meek, and lend my lips again
39To let this adder daub them with his stain?
40Shall I turn cheek to answer, when I hate?
41You kiss like Judas in the garden gate!
42Take back your kiss.
43Take back delight,
44A paper boat launch’d on a heaving pool
45To please a child, and folded by a fool;
46The wild elms roar’d: it sail’d—a yard or more.
47Out went our ship, but never came to shore.
48Take back delight.
49Take back your wreath.
50Has it done service on a fairer brow?
51Fresh, was it folded round her bosom snow?
52Her cast-off weed my breast will never wear:
53Your word is "love me." My reply, "despair!"
54Take back your wreath.
Take back your suit.
It came when I was weary and distraught
With hunger. Could I guess the fruit you brought?
I ate in mere desire of any food,
Nibbled its edge, and nowhere found it good.
Take back your suit.
Take back your love.
It is a bird poach’d from my neighbor’s wood:
Its wings are wet with tears, its beak with blood.
'Tis a strange fowl with feathers like a crow:
Death's raven, it may be, for all we know.
Take back your love.
Take back your gifts.
False is the hand that gave them; and the mind
That plann’d them, as a hawk spread in the wind
To poise and snatch the trembling mouse below,
To ruin where it dares—and then to go.
Take back your gifts.
Take back your vows.
Elsewhere you trimm’d and taught these lamps to burn;
You bring them stale and dim to serve my turn.
You lit those candles in another shrine,
Gutter’d and cold you offer them on mine.
Take back your vows.
Take back your words.
What is your love? Leaves on a woodland plain,
Where some are running and where some remain.
What is your faith? Straws on a mountain height,
Dancing like demons on Walpurgis night.
Take back your words.
Take back your lies.
Have them again: they wore a rainbow face,
Hollow with sin and leprous with disgrace:
Their tongue was like a mellow turret bell
To toll hearts burning into wide-lipp’d hell.
Take back your lies.
Take back your kiss.
Shall I be meek, and lend my lips again
To let this adder daub them with his stain?
Shall I turn cheek to answer, when I hate?
You kiss like Judas in the garden gate!
Take back your kiss.
Take back delight,
A paper boat launch’d on a heaving pool
To please a child, and folded by a fool;
The wild elms roar’d: it sail’d—a yard or more.
Out went our ship, but never came to shore.
Take back delight.
Take back your wreath.
Has it done service on a fairer brow?
Fresh, was it folded round her bosom snow?
Her cast-off weed my breast will never wear:
Your word is "love me." My reply, "despair!"
Take back your wreath.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
More on the Poet — A brief biography of Lord de Tabley, along with two of his other poems, via the University of Toronto.
Criticism of the Poet — In this (slightly harsh) critical introduction, a writer assesses Lord de Tabley's work a generation after the poet's death.
A Full-Length Biography — Check out a book-length biography of Lord de Tabley from 1903.
Courtship in Victorian England — For context on romance and courtship in the age the poem is set in, watch this Weird History video on "What Dating Was Like In the Victorian Era."
More on Victorian Love — Watch an Absolute History video on love in Victorian times.