'Tis ended truly, truly as was best. Love is a little thing, for one short day; You could not make it your life's only quest, Nor watch the poor corpse long in its decay. Go forth, dear, thou hast much to do on earth; In life's campaign there waits thee a great part, Much to be won and conquered of more worth Than this poor victory of a woman's heart. For me the daylight of my years is dim. I seek not gladness, yet shall find content In such small duties as are learned of Him Who bore all sorrows, till my youth is spent. Yet come what may to me of weal or woe, I love thee, bless thee, dear, where'er thou go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA THIS SUMMER AND LAST by THOMAS HARDY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS |