Until it happened, as such things will be, That she, who had a proud man for her spouse None the less loving that unloved was he, Must bear a child, the heir to his high house. Then Adrian left her. It was idle sorrow Longer to wait a suppliant at her door, Weeping the promise of a lost to-morrow Which never could be his nor valued more. And he was tired of tears and nightly needed To feed his manhood's strength on stronger meat, And neither word of hers nor vow he heeded, Who was thus proved a daughter of deceit; And he was wrath with her and womanhood, And with himself, and chiefly wrath with God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |