'Tis strange we are thus parted, not by death Or man's device, but by our own mad will, We who have stood together on life's path Through half a youth of good repute and ill, Friends more than lovers. See, Love's citadel We held so stoutly 'gainst a world in arms Lies all dismantled now, a sight to fill The Earth with lamentations and alarms. Whose was the fault? I dare not ask nor say. If there was treachery, 'tis best untold. The price of treason we receive to-day Is paid to both of us in evil gold. Ay, take thy bitter freedom. 'Tis the fee Of love betrayed and faith's apostasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING RUPERT BROOKE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW LAUS VENERIS (A PICTURE BY BURNE-JONES) by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE THE UNKNOWN HAND by CLIFFORD BAX CHILD OF MARY'S SOUL by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST |