It had to be. She from his weariness Discerned a world of unsuspected things; And though she leapt to meet his swift caress She feared a trail of dim imaginings. He drew to him her half-unwilling eyes, And gazing, learned of wistfulness for joy: Her singing words gave him desired surprise, Waking his memory of a lyric boy. She thought they loved. At any rate they lay A moment in each other's arms and parted: He unbereft, and, in his fashion, gay; She, startled and undone and sorry-hearted. But if she gave to his satiety To no avail, what then? It had to be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU WHEN I'M KILLED by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |