"I'll never forgive you!" I said, As among the Phloxes we went, Where the orchard-rails begin; And now that the Phloxes are dead And the apples gathered in, My anger is quite spent. But between your hands and me -- Hands that I hated so Because they were like a girl's! -- Leagues of unfathomed sea Under the cold moon flow, Sprinkled with wrecks, not pearls. And "I'll never forgive" has turned To "I'll never forget" and you, -- Ah! that's the sharpest sting! -- While the too soft hands I spurned Are now my only clue, Have forgotten everything. And over the Phloxes' grave Grow other, alien flowers, And the orchard rails are gone. Life will not stoop to save Even such tokens as ours, As it roars and eddies on. With wrecks strewn, not with pearls, Are our far-divided sands, As the salt sea holds us apart, Are they still as soft as a girl's, Or have they hardened, your hands, As I seek to harden my heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESPONDING SOUL'S WISH by JOHN BYROM WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIAE by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS REMINISCENCE by DOROTHY ALLISON |