I sue thee not for pity on my case. If I have sinned, the judgment has begun. My joy was but one day of all the days, And clouds have blotted it and hid the sun. Thou wert so much to me! But soon I knew How small a part could mine be in thy life, That all a woman may endure or do Counts little to her hero in the strife. I do not blame thee who deserved no blame; Thou hast so many worlds within thy ken. I staked my all upon a losing game, Knowing the nature and the needs of men, And knowing too how quickly pride is spent. With open eyes to Love and Death I went. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 97. A SUPERSCRIPTION by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER THE LONG HILL by SARA TEASDALE TO RICH GIVERS by WALT WHITMAN ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE |