And I was silent. Now you do not know, But read these very words with vacant eyes, And, as you turn the page, peruse the skies, And I go by you as a cloud might go. You are not cruel, though you dealt the blow, And I am happy, though I miss the prize; For, when God tells you, you will not despise The love I bore you. It is better so. My soul is just, and thine without a stain. Why should not life divide us, whose division Is frail and passing, as its union vain? All things 'neath other planets will grow plain When, as we wander through the fields Elysian, Eternal echoes haunt us of this pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE TO A LILY by JAMES MATHEWES LEGARE |