IT'S all for nothing: I've lost him now. I suppose it had to be: But oh I never thought it of him, Nor e never thought it of me. And all for a kiss on your evening out An a field where the grass was down . . . And e as gone to God-knows-where, And I may go on the town. The worst of all was the thing he said The night that he went away: He said he'd a married me right enough If I hadn't a been so gay. Me, gay! When I'd cried, and I'd asked him not, But he said he loved me so; An whatever he wanted seemed right to me . . . An how was a girl to know? Well, the river is deep, and drowned folk sleep sound, An it might be the best to do; But when he made me a light-o-love He made me a mother too. I've had enough sin to last my time, If twas sin as I got it by, But it aint no sin to stand by his kid An work for it till I die. But oh the long days and the death-long nights When I feel it move and turn, And cry alone in my single bed And count what a girl can earn To buy the baby the bits of things He ought to a bought, by rights; And wonder whether he thinks of Us . . . And if he sleeps sound o' nights. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BE STRONG by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE RUNNING TO PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): REMORSE by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |