Though to talk too much of Heaven Is not well, Though agreeable people never Mention Hell, Yet the woman who betrayed me, Whom I kissed, In that bygone summer taught me Both exist. I was ardent, she was always Wisely cool, So my lady played the traitor— I, the fool. Oh! your pardon! but remember If you please, I'm translating: this is only Japanese. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 3. AFTER THE CLUB-DANCE by THOMAS HARDY THE CHERRY TREES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER |