1 O! I care not that my earthly lot Hath -- little of Earth in it -- That years of love have been forgot In the fever of a minute -- 2 I heed not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I -- But that you meddle with my fate Who am a passer-by. 3 It @3is@1 not that my founts of bliss Are gushing -- strange! with tears -- Or that the thrill of a single kiss Hath palsied many years -- 4 'Tis not that the flowers of twenty springs Which have wither'd as they rose Lie dead on my heart-strings With the weight of an age of snows. 5 Nor that the grass -- O! may it thrive! On my grave is growing or grown -- But that, while I am dead yet alive I cannot be, lady, alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT RED HANRAHAN'S SONG ABOUT IRELAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DECEMBER 31ST by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |