Now I have seen your face, My tears are all for you. Where are the lonely grace, The pride, the lovely ways I knew? The flower that blossomed fair When winds and clouds arrayed The shadows of the air, Plucked, though with jealous care, must fade. And in your wintry eyes, With re-awakenings moved A moment, I surprise Nostalgia of the skies they loved. Old sorrows I have borne In patience for your sake, Not without help of scorn: From dreams, now twice forlorn, I wake. I hear the old sorrows call, Now, from your heart alone; And scorn's relief recall With pity which is all your own | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN TAM O' SHANTER by ROBERT BURNS A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TWELVE SONNETS: 11. FIRST, BATTLE; THEN, WOMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |