Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ENVY, by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Poet's Biography First Line: He was the first always. Fortune Last Line: Death loved him the best. Alternate Author Name(s): Berwick, Mary Subject(s): Death; Envy; Dead, The | ||||||||
HE was the first always: Fortune Shone bright in his face. I fought for years; with no effort He conquered the place: We ran; my feet were all bleeding, But he won the race. Spite of his many successes, Men loved him the same, My one pale ray of good fortune Met scoffing and blame. When we erred, they gave him pity, But me -- only shame. My home was still in the shadow, His lay in the sun: I longed in vain: what he asked for It straightway was done. Once I staked all my heart's treasure, We played -- and he won. Yes; and just now I have seen him, Cold, smiling, and blest, Laid in his coffin. God help me! While he is at rest, I am cursed still to live: -- even Death loved him the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |
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