Thrice happy fools! What wisdom shall we learn In this world or the next, if next there be, More deep, more full, more worthy our concern Than that first word of folly taught us? We Had suddenly grown silent. I could see Your cheek had lost a little of its hue, And your lips trembled, and beseechingly Your blue eyes turned to mine, and well I knew Your woman's instinct had divined my speech, The meaning of a word so lightly spoken. The word was a confession, clear to each, A pledge as plain and as distinct a token As that of Peter at his master's knees, "Thou knowest that I love thee more than these." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG THE COWBOY'S DANCE SONG by JAMES BARTON ADAMS IMAGES: 2 by RICHARD ALDINGTON A MIDNIGHT MEDITATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PSALM 148 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 38 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GREEN GRENADIERS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |