I thought that when you left, Life, for me, would cease to be. Of love and pride and all bereft, And nothing more was left to me. It wasn't love, but only pride That lay there crushed and beaten. I see it now, too well, to hide, Since other dusts I've eaten. What stupid tears were shed for you Who now comes back so late. You see, my dear, that's over now I really couldn't wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LILY by JAMES MATHEWES LEGARE FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |