AH very sweet! If news should come to you Some afternoon, while waiting for our eve, That the great Manager had made me leave To travel on some territory new; And that, whatever homeward winds there blew, I could not touch your hand again, nor heave The logs upon our hearth and bid you weave Some wistful tale before the flames that grew.... Then, when the sudden tears had ceased to blind Your pansied eyes, I wonder if you could Remember rightly, and forget aright? Remember just your lad, uncouthly good, Forgetting when he failed in spleen or spite? Could you remember him as always kind? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AELLA: MINSTREL'S MARRIAGE-SONG by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 9 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON SWITZERLAND by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM |