Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BEGINNING OF END, by FRANCIS THOMPSON



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BEGINNING OF END, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: She was aweary of the hovering
Last Line: Lest perhaps her foolish heart suspect that it was sad.


SHE was aweary of the hovering
Of Love's incessant and tumultuous wing;
Her lover's tokens she would answer not --
'Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat:
A pretty babe, this Love, -- but fie on it,
That would not suffer her lay it down a whit!
Appointed tryst defiantly she balked,
And with her lightest comrade lightly walked,
Who scared the chidden Love to hide apart,
And peep from some unnoticed corner of her heart.
She thought not of her lover, deem it not
(There yonder, in the hollow, that's his cot),
But she forgot not that he was forgot.
She saw him at his gate, yet stilled her tongue --
So weak she felt her, that she would feel strong,
And she must punish him for doing him wrong:
Passed, unoblivious of oblivion still;
And, if she turned upon the brow o' the hill,
It was so openly, so lightly done,
You saw she thought he was not thought upon.
He through the gate went back in bitterness;
She that night woke and stirred, with no distress,
Glad of her doing, -- sedulous to be glad,
Lest perhaps her foolish heart suspect that it was sad.





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