But thou didst come upon him ere he wist, A silent highwayman, and take his all And leave him naked, when the night should fall And all the road was conjured in a mist. Too well thou keepedst thy unholy tryst, As long ago that eastern seneschal Rode all day long to meet at evenfall Him he had fled ere yet the sun uprist. —But I have spent me like a prodigal The treasure of my youth, and, long ago, Have eaten husks among the hungry swine, And when I meet thee I will straightway fall Upon thy neck, and if the tears shall flow, They shall be tears of love for thee and thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 41 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CYNTHIADES: TO CYNTHIA ON CONCEALMENT OF HER BEAUTY by FRANCIS KYNASTON TOMORROW by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO |