MY love is living To the south of the Great Sea. What shall I send to greet him? Two pearls and a comb of tortoise-shell: I'll send them to him packed in a box of jade. They tell me he is not true: They tell me he dashed my box to the ground, Dashed it to the ground and burnt it And scattered its ashes to the wind. From this day to the ends of time I must never think of him, Never again think of him. The cocks are crowing, And the dogs are barking -- My brother and his wife will soon know. The autumn wind is blowing; The morning wind is sighing. In a moment the sun will rise in the east And then @3it@1 too will know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER DARK LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NOT ONE TO SPARE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE CHRISTENING OF THE STADIUM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE AMENDS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT DON JUAN: CANTO 15 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |