HERE are the tracks upon the sand Where stood last evening she and I - Pressed heart to heart and hand to hand; The morning sun has baked them dry. I kissed her wet face - wet with rain, For arid grief had burnt up tears, While reached us as in sleeping pain The distant gurgling of the weirs. 'I have married him - yes; feel that ring; 'Tis a week ago that he put it on.... A dutiful daughter does this thing, And resignation succeeds anon! 'But that I body and soul was yours Ere he'd possession, he'll never know. He's a confident man. "The husband scores," He says, "in the long run" ... Now, Dear, go!' I went. And to-day I pass the spot; It is only a smart the more to endure; And she whom I held is as though she were not, For they have resumed their honeymoon tour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK by WILLIAM COWPER BARNEY'S INVITATION by PHILIP FRENEAU ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD |