SWEET, thou hast trod on a heart. Pass; there's a world full of men; And women as fair as thou art Must do such things now and then. Thou hast only stepped unaware, -- Malice, not one can impute; And why should a heart have been there In the way of a fair woman's foot? It was not a stone that could trip, Nor was it a thorn that could rend: Put up thy proud under-lip! 'T was merely the heart of a friend. And yet peradventure one day Thou, sitting alone at the glass, Remarking the bloom gone away, Where the smile in its dimplement was, And seeking around thee in vain From hundreds who flattered before, Such a word as 'Oh, not in the main Do I hold thee less precious, but more!' ... Thou 'lt sigh, very like, on thy part, 'Of all I have known or can know, I wish I had only that Heart I trod upon ages ago!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. MONTGOMERY; OCCASIONED BY ... ATTACK ON HIS POEMS by LUCY AIKEN THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 1. THE HAPPENING by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE MENU by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COMPENSATION by E. M. BRAINARD TWO SKETCHES: 1. H.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |