I WOULD not have thee know the tears I weep. The cold corroding vigils that I keep, And the dim-scarlet fainting dreams of sleep, I would not have thee know. Like burning embers lie upon my breast Those memories. Soon, soon (and it is best!) The heart must flame and break.—Sweet be thy rest! I would not have thee know. How grace by grace my beauty wears away, How daily deeper in the miry clay Time tramples Love and me—I pray, I pray That thou shalt never know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCY'S DAY, BEING THE SHORTEST DAY by JOHN DONNE HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |