The Promise — Summary

Anna WickhamCheerful

I WILL not love you for my duty, Nor for all your treasure, But I will love because of beauty, And because of pleasure.

The boy that I shall bear will be a love-child. Conceived in holy blindness, I give him to the world who shall be reconciled To loving-kindness.

Since I no longer love for duty, Nor for all man's treasure, And since I bear the child to Beauty Because of pleasure.

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Anna Wickham’s speaker makes a defiant vow: she will not love out of duty or for wealth. Her love is reserved for beauty and pleasure, and that principle shapes her whole life. The child she imagines bearing is not an heir or an obligation but a love-child, conceived in “holy blindness” and offered to the world as a gift of loving-kindness. The speaker feels proud, unashamed, and almost reverent about rejecting social pressures around marriage, money, and respectability. The phrase “holy blindness” captures that mix of innocence and intensity, as if love itself is a faith. The repeated words—duty, treasure, beauty, pleasure—give the poem a chant-like, celebratory momentum. The mood is bold and tender at once: joy in choosing desire over constraint, and a sense of consecration in calling that choice holy. It reads like a personal creed, turning what might be judged into something sacred.

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