DO not admit her! I could not endure The lightest touch from her, upon my grief— She is too hard, too bright, with happiness! And loves me well, and fain would comfort me, She is unlearned of life ... she does not know! She does not know the watches of the night— She has not paseed the cup of pain, Nor drunk the bitter dregs of suffering ... She has not passed the little door of grief, There in the chapter house of those who mourn. Oh, rather could I bear more easily To speak with one who is quite strange to me, Yet is not strange to grief, one who has learned The secrets of our sad fraternity ... I cannot talk, as yet, with this dear friend Who is unlearned in all but happiness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO LIZBIE BROWNE by THOMAS HARDY THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |