From far she watched his wanderings, and sighed To know herself so soft, so warm a thing; And laughed recalling with what pains she tried To pipe the tune that he had bade her sing. For he had told her in those golden days, When all her hope lay trembling on his breast, That she must watch him go his vagrant ways -- For him there was no peace, there was no rest. His words had shown her all she feared, and when He slept she lay beside him silently. Up in the morning, gayly serene again, She told him she had found Philosophy. This made him comfortable, and though she died He should not know how bitterly she lied. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS AUTUMN DAY by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) THE OTHER WORLD by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE ON HIS MISTRESS, THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA by HENRY WOTTON THE TWO TREES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |