WHAT shall I your true-love tell, Earth-forsaking maid? What shall I your true-love tell, When life's spectre's laid? 'Tell him that, our side the grave, Maid may not conceive Life should be so sad to have, That's so sad to leave!' What shall I your true-love tell, When I come to him? What shall I your true-love tell -- Eyes growing dim! 'Tell him this, when you shall part From a maiden pined; That I see him with my heart, Now my eyes are blind.' What shall I your true-love tell? Speaking-while is scant. What shall I your true-love tell, Death's white postulant? 'Tell him -- love, with speech at strife, For last utterance saith: I, who loved with all my life, Love with all my death.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROLIC by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL INTO THE TWILIGHT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS POLYHYMNIA: VERSES TO LORD NORREYS, SELECTION by WILLIAM BASSE TO ONE WITH A SPRING NOSEGAY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE SEEKERS by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN |