I have come back to the lonely house tonight, Stumbling in the darkness over the obstacles there, I have gone over to the open window And have sat down in a chair. Am I quite alone? Somewhere across the world, Does some one pity me my gloomy dole? The pride and the sorrow of being solitary Weigh heavily to-night upon my soul. Yet I have given my heart. Perhaps too often! I have cheapened its favors, have too widely strewed. The women, the friends, who one time may have known it, Are right, perhaps, to feel no gratitude. If I have ill bestowed my vine's green fruit No one shall suffer for it in my stead; But I crave pardon of those who might be worthy Of the ripe grapes of the arbor over my head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEP A-PLUGGING AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE A WOMAN'S APOLOGY by ALFRED AUSTIN PSALM 102 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SEA VOICES by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |