YOU had no eyes for me, my lad, I never met your sight When fiddles played upon the green, Or girls walked out at night. The laughing girls, the dancing girls, The rosy cheeks for you; You knew the black-eye's challenging, The softness of the blue. You had your pick and choice of girls, What call had you to face The little, limping one that sat Beside the chimney-place. O, girls enough they cried for you The day you said good-bye; And yet I'm thinking there's just one Whose tears will never dry. And girls enough wished well to you The hour you turned away; And yet I'm thinking just one prayer Goes with you every day. And if at last it aids you, lad, You'll never guess it came From just the little, limping one You never called by name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CITY AND VILLAGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A LAY OF THE EARLY ROSE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET ON MOOR PARK: WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 10, 1825 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE CONVITO: CANZONE 1 by DANTE ALIGHIERI |