HOW long wilt thou be silent, lying there? I grieved thee once, and now my heart makes moan, Cries, and thou wilt not answer, turned to stone, And pitiless as stone to my despair: My tears fall on thee, and thou dost not care: Oh! art thou cruel now who wast so kind; Or only to my sorrow deaf and blind -- Gone on beyond the hearing of my prayer? Shall it not be that in thy brighter life I find thee, move thee to some pitying thrill, And win thee by my pleading to forgive? Thou couldst forget past folly and past strife, Seeing, in that new sphere, I love thee still; And thou -- didst thou not love thou wouldst not live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH YOUR MISSION by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES TO HASEKAWA by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 11 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ANGEL THAT MISSED CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS |