I wrote my remorse on a forest-leaf That the wind might bear it to you; But the wind cared nothing for my grief And over your roof it flew. I wrote my remorse on a leaf for you; But you never knew. I wrote my remorse on the glimmering sand Where your tired feet might stray; But the sea rose up and covered the land And carried my words away. I wrote my remorse on the sand for you; But you never knew. I wrote my remorse on the breast Of the Sphinx with the woman's eyes; And your name remained -- but the rest, the rest Turned sorcery and lies! I wrote on the Sphinx's breast for you; But you never knew. And now, when you weep o'er the spot Where, earth in earth, I rot, Do you read, as the rank-grown grass you pull, What remorse has a grinning skull? And do you laugh too and let all go? I shall never know! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE IN A GONDOLA by ROBERT BROWNING TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 43 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE |