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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LEFT BEHIND, by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: It was the autumn of the year Last Line: "she loved you better than you knew." Alternate Author Name(s): Percy, Florence; Chase, Elizabeth Anne Subject(s): Disappointment | |||
IT was the autumn of the year; The strawberry leaves were red and sear; October's airs were fresh and chill, When, pausing on the windy hill, The hill that overlooks the sea, You talked confidingly to me, Me whom your keen, artistic sight Has not yet learned to read aright, Since I have veiled my heart from you, And loved you better than you knew. You told me of your toilsome past; The tardy honors won at last, The trials borne, the conquests gained, The longed-for boon of Fame attained; I knew that every victory But lifted you away from me, That every step of high emprise But left me lowlier in your eyes; I watched the distance as it grew, And loved you better than you knew. You did not see the bitter trace Of anguish sweep across my face; You did not hear my proud heart beat, Heavy and slow, beneath your feet; You thought of triumph still unwon, Of glorious deeds as yet undone; And I, the while you talked to me, I watched the gulls float lonesomely, Till lost amid the hungry blue, And loved you better than you knew. You walk the sunny side of fate; The wise world smiles, and calls you great; The golden fruitage of success Drops at your feet in plenteousness; And you have blessings manifold: Renown and power and friends and gold, They build a wall between us twain, Which may not be thrown down again, Alas! for I, the long years through, Have loved you better than you knew. Your life's proud aim, your art's high truth, Have kept the promise of your youth; And while you won the crown, which now Breaks into bloom upon your brow, My soul cried strongly out to you Across the ocean's yearning blue, While, unremembered and afar, I watched you, as I watch a star Through darkness struggling into view, And loved you better than you knew. I used to dream in all these years Of patient faith and silent tears, That Love's strong hand would put aside The barriers of place and pride, Would reach the pathless darkness through, And draw me softly up to you; But that is past. If you should stray Beside my grave, some future day, Perchance the violets o'er my dust Will half betray their buried trust, And say, their blue eyes full of dew, "She loved you better than you knew." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN HOW IT ADDS UP by TONY HOAGLAND DISAPPOINTMENT by TONY HOAGLAND SENTIMENTAL EDUCATION by TONY HOAGLAND GRAY WEATHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |
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