You say that, by a newer Wooer, Your heart has been invaded, Raided; Unguessing that my harder Ardor Might possibly have faded, Jaded. Long intervals I've waited, Sated, To (rather than resist you) Tryst you; And, as you termed hot courting Sporting, I've often, to assist you, Kissed you. One knows, apart from college Knowledge, That love is but an able Fable... And so, at this impending Ending I feel entirely stable, Mabel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE A FOREIGN RULER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE ENEMY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |