All that remains for me, In this world, after this, Is, but to take a kiss For what a kiss should be; To stake one's heart to win, Yet have no heart to lose: Now I am free to choose, Now, let the game begin! If my hand shakes and swerves A little as I play, Well, such a yesterday Was trying for one's nerves. But I am wary, see! I know the game at last. I know the past is past, And what remains for me: To play a lighter stake, Nor lay one's heart above, And to have done with love For ever, for your sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN THE IVORY CRADLE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 91 by EDWIN ARNOLD LILIES: 22. THE VEIL OF BLISS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |