I DETERMINED to find out whose it was - The portrait he looked at so, and sighed; Bitterly have I rued my meanness And wept for it since he died! I searched his desk when he was away, And there was the likeness - yes, my own! Taken when I was the season's fairest, And time-lines all unknown. I smiled at my image, and put it back, And he went on cherishing it, until I was chafed that he loved not the me then living, But that past woman still. Well, such was my jealousy at last, I destroyed that face of the former me; Could you ever have dreamed the heart of woman Would work so foolishly! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAERY FOREST by SARA TEASDALE SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS ANDROMEDA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |