Lo! what am I, my heart, that I should dare To love her who will never love again: I, standing out here in the wind and rain, With feet unsandalled, and uncovered hair, Singing sad words to a still sadder air, Who know not even if my song's refrain — "Of sorrow, sorrow! loved, oh, loved in vain!" — May reach her where she sits and hath no care. But I will sing in every man's despite; Yea, too, and love, and sing of love until My music mixes with her dreams at night; That when Death says to me, "Lie down, be still!" She, pausing for my voice, and listening long, May know its silence sadder than its song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HUNDRED COLLARS by ROBERT FROST THE BLACK COTTAGE by ROBERT FROST BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON GOD'S WAY by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FALLOW DEER AT THE LONELY HOUSE by THOMAS HARDY THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |