I KNOW not why I chose to seem so cold At parting from you; for since you are gone I see you still -- I hear each word, each tone; And what I hid from you I wish were told. I, who was proud and shy, seem now too bold To write these lines -- and yet must write to own I would unsay my words, now I'm alone. From my dark window out upon the wold I look. 'Twas through yon pathway to the west I watched you going, while the sunset light Went with you -- and a shadow seemed to fall Upon my heart. And now I cannot rest Till I have written; for I said, "To-night I'll send your answer." Now I've told you all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 8 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON MY FIRST DAUGHTER by BEN JONSON THE MORAL WARFARE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |