The Lady's Yes

A poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Yes!" I answered you last night;
"No!" this morning, Sir, I say!
Colours, seen by candle-light,
Will not look the same by day.

When the tabors played their best,
Lamps above, and laughs below
Love me sounded like a jest,
Fit for Yes or fit for No!

Call me false, or call me free
Vow, whatever light may shine,
No man on your face shall see
Any grief for change on mine.

Yet the sin is on us both
Time to dance is not to woo
Wooer light makes fickle troth
Scorn of me recoils on you!

Learn to win a lady's faith
Nobly, as the thing is high;
Bravely, as for life and death
With a loyal gravity.

Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies,
Guard her, by your truthful words,
Pure from courtship's flatteries.

By your truth she shall be true
Ever true, as wives of yore
And her Yes, once said to you,
SHALL be Yes for evermore.