AYOUTH once loved a maiden, Who loved another instead; The other himself loved another, And with the latter did wed. The maiden, in scornful anger, Straight married the first of the men Who happened to come across her, -- The youth was heart-broken then. 'Tis only an old, old story, And yet it ever seems new; The heart of him whom it pictures Will soon be broken in two. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOGGIN' ERLONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE WORLD; SONNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH GOD EVERYWHERE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA MAPLE LEAVES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |