It would not hurt me quite as much, If you one spoken word had said, Had shunned not, dear, my willing touch, When all your own poor love was dead. If you had shown a little grace, Had made me think I might be brave! If you had dared to see my face, In pity for the love I crave. You broke my heart in more cruel way, Although you did not think I knew. You feared to pick the pieces up, Lest they might pierce the joy in you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRIENDSHIP'S MYSTERY, TO MY DEAREST LUCASIA by KATHERINE PHILIPS A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LIFE OF MAN by FRANCIS BACON FATI VALET HORA BENIGNI by SAMUEL BISHOP AN INFANTRYMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |