HAVE you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, by secret cruelty Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth, And with broken pride and shameful humility, I sank into the grave. But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart? The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! These are driving him to the place where I lie. In death, therefore, I am avenged. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY AUNT CAROLINE by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON OUR CLUB by SYLVIA DILLAVOU BARCLAY THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SATISFIED by HESTER A. BENEDICT |