Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOO LATE, by CLARISSA HILL HAWKINS First Line: I never told you of my love Last Line: Had told you so. Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Regret; Dead, The | ||||||||
I never told you of my love. It was so shy, It scarcely dared to lift its head As you passed by. The friendship true that you bestowed, I let suffice; The warmer passion in my breast Was steeled to ice. I wed a youth who urged me long, His children bore; But still, sealed close within my heart, Your image wore. So strong you were, unmoved by men Of lesser mold; You walked, unswerving, your own path, Till you were old. Heaped high with honors, flower-bespread, You lie today; All that was mortal, dust to dust, Is laid away. You have not needed love of mine In all the years; And so I sit and mourn alone, With unshed tears. I loved you well, but all unknown, So long ago; Now you are dead, I wish that I Had told you so. | 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 THE SMILING MOUTH by CHARLES D'ORLEANS |
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