Loving you less than life, a little less Than bitter-sweet upon a broken wall Or bush-wood smoke in autumn, I confess I cannot swear I love you not at all. For there is that about you in this light -- A yellow darkness, sinister of rain -- Which sturdily recalls my stubborn sight To dwell on you, and dwell on you again. And I am made aware of many a week I shall consume, remembering in what way Your brown hair grows about your brow and cheek, And what divine absurdities you say: Till all the world, and I, and surely you, Will know I love you, whether or not I do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY THE OLD FERRYMAN by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM BLOUDIE JACKE OF SHREWSBERRIE; THE SHROPSHIRE BLUEBEARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |