YOU bring your love too late, dear, I have no love to buy it, I spent my love on worthless toys, at fairs you do not know; I am a bankrupt trader -- dear eyes, do not deny it, I could have bought your love, dear, but that was long ago. My soul has left me widowed, my heart has made me orphan, Leave me -- all good things, dear, have left me -- leave me too! For here is ice no tears of yours, no smiles of yours can soften: Leave me, leave me, leave me, I have no love for you! I have no flowers to give you, they grow not in my garden; I have no songs to sing you, my songs have all been sung; I have no hope of heaven, no faith in any pardon, I might have loved you once, dear, when I was good and young. I will not steal, nor cheat you; take back the heart you lent me. O God, whom I have outraged, now teach me how to pray, That love come never again so near me to torment me, Lest I be found less faithful than, by Thy grace, to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE VISION by GEORGE SANTAYANA SALLY IN OUR ALLEY by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE LOST PLEIAD by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS |