'I'LL tell - being past all praying for - Then promptly die.... He was out at the war, And got some scent of the intimacy That was under way between her and me; And he stole back home, and appeared like a ghost One night, at the very time almost That I reached her house. Well, I shot him dead, And secretly buried him. Nothing was said. 'The news of the battle came next day; He was scheduled missing. I hurried away, Got out there, visited the field, And sent home word that a search revealed He was one of the slain; though, lying alone And stript, his body had not been known. 'But she suspected. I lost her love, Yea, my hope of earth, and of Heaven above; And my time's now come, and I'll pay the score, Though it be burning for evermore.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MR. PURCELL by JOHN DRYDEN THE DANCE OF THE SEVIN DEIDLY SYNNIS by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS by THOMAS HOOD BRIDAL BALLAD by EDGAR ALLAN POE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20 by PHILIP SIDNEY |