O STRANGE event of fortune that befell! She wandering, and you wandering, -- each alone, -- Met all amiss, and were asunder thrown; -- Two who were friends, and should have loved so well! You knew the worst that in her heart might dwell; Her best the better flourishes unknown, Would rather win your welfare than be shown, -- Would give such gifts as least of giving tell. So be it; go your ways: you were the first To wake stern aspiration in her breast For conquest, who had chiefly cried for rest, And one pure draught of joy to slake her thirst; For this she owes her best-imagined best To you, who found and spurned in her, her worst. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD THE WET WASH by MARIANA BACHMAN HE WHO LOSETH HIS LIFE SHALL FIND IT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF BOBBING JOAN by PATRICK CAREY ON BUYING A MAINE FARM by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH A PLANTIVE MOMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |