I DO forgive you for the pain I bear, Though bitter pain is mingled with my bliss; For still I think, while thrilling to your kiss, "He found that other woman much more fair." I read your words, and see, immortal there, Another love -- how warm it was to this! And know that from my face you still must miss The beauty that another used to wear. Yet I forgive you, Dear, and bow my head To Destiny, my master and your own, -- He sets the way wherein my feet must tread; And if he give me nothing quite mine own, -- I know some day my heart, so sore bested, Will rest most quietly, and turn to stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY AT THE SAND CREEK BRIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE POTATOES' DANCE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FELDMESTEN OR MEASURING THE GRAVES by ALTER ABELSON |