"COME, name my fault!" I said, "that I May mend it." So I made reply To Laura, darling of my heart, Whom long, in vain, by every art I tried to force to franker speech. "Do tell me plainly, I beseech, For my soul's sake, that while I live I may repent and Heaven forgive!" "'T is worldliness!" at last she said, And, blushing, dropped her lovely head, As if she feared I might infer She meant forgetfulness of her. "And is that all?" I answered. "Well, I own the world's enchanting spell; The fault is one I cannot hide; But ah! 't is not for you to chide; Still, dearest, let me wordly be, Since you are 'all the world' to me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAISY FRASER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH CABOOSE THOUGHTS by CARL SANDBURG |