So am I from the town departed Where long it was my lot to dwell, And I am on my way stout-hearted Though none were met to say farewell. No surging crowd with fond caresses Has torn (thank God) the coat I wear, Nor are my lips bruised by the kisses Of inconsolable despair. The townsmen did not turn in sleeping As I went out at crack of day -- Well, let them damn well sleep -- my weeping Is but for one who stayed away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON BUCK O' KINGWATTER by ROBERT ANDERSON OF CARLISLE S. JOHN: THE DISCIPLE, WHOM JESUS LOVED by JOSEPH BEAUMONT CROSS AND THRONE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |